IN GREEN ALASKA 



We had three tons of coal left in our bunkers, but 

 of our little stock farm down below only the milch 

 cow remained. She had been to Siberia and back, 

 and had given milk all the way. 



No voyagers were ever more fortunate than we. 

 No storms, no winds, no delays nor accidents to 

 speak of, no illness. We had gone far and fared 

 well. 



