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that the best we coiiLl do was to select the 

 biofo-est boulder near us, and arranoino- our 

 one bourka so as to afford as much shelter as 

 possible to all three, we curled ourselves up 

 and waited for morning. 



I have had some rough nights in my life ; 

 one on a high peak in Daghestan on Christ- 

 mas Eve, and another carrying reindeer we 

 had killed over the heavy going of a valley 

 in Spitzbergen to our boat, but for genuine 

 misery I don't think any ever beat that night 

 at Luxlian. In Daghestan I think we had 

 tobacco, and I know we had high hopes for 

 the morrow ; while, in spite of the thirstiness 

 of a lono:-leo:2red Scotchman 1 had with me, 

 there was beer in that boat in Spitzbergen ; 

 but here, on this hillside at Luxhan, it was 

 bitterly cold and damp : we had no fire, no 

 water (had had none either since noon), and 

 only one pipe of bread crumbs between three. 

 AVhen that pipe was out the men rewarded 



