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individual we saw, till we got one later on in winter 

 plumage. 



The second bird was alive. It was a young turnstone, 

 some seven days old. We put it in with the waiter, who 

 opened his mouth at it and made faces, but would not be 

 friends. 



July \-}th. — The ice unchanged. A hateful day. The 

 thermometer at 40°, with a driving fog and north wind. 

 This fog, of which I have spoken so often, is really a 

 ' Scotch mist,' which falls on the tent like rain. 



If you leave things out in the sun you must not go to 

 sleep. The wind here goes round in a minute and all is 

 up. Now it is sunny and drying, with a warm wind from 

 the south ; suddenly the wind chops round to the north, 

 and at once a fog, cold and wetting, sets in. 



We had a seal or a young walrus in the harbour to- 

 day. It showed several times. 



But I did not get about much to see things, for I had 

 la grippe, or something akin, which pinched. I lay up 

 chiefly and blew eggs. Hyland, who had never before 

 known me unwell for a moment, began to get alarmed. 

 He was exceedingly kind, and 'boneing' some turn- 

 stones and grey plovers, cooked them beautifully for 

 me. 



At half-past five in the evening Hyland was plucking 

 a loner-tailed duck, the waiter was making- bluffs at the 

 turnstone in the pen, and I was blowing eggs, when all 



