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doctor had taken his leg out of the box and put it in sphnts, 

 and he had been able for the first time since July 1 1 to turn 

 on his side. I tried to persuade him to lie still for another 

 day, but when I saw that he had set his heart on making the 

 effort, I bandaged up the limb and helped him to dress. 

 Then I brought him the crutches which Dr. Cook had made 

 while we were still on board the ship, and with their aid he 

 came slowly into the other room. Here, through the open 

 door, he could watch the waves as they rose and fell on the 

 beach about one hundred yards distant, while I prepared the 

 "feast." The bill of fare that Matt selected was as follows: 



Mock-turtle soup. 

 Stew of little auk with green peas. 



Broiled breasts of eider-duck. 



Boston baked beans, com, tomatoes. 



Apricot pie, plum-dufiT with brandy sauce. 



Sliced peaches. 



Coffee. 



With the soup I served a cocktail made by Mr. Peary after 

 a recipe of his own, and henceforth known by our little party 

 as " Redcliffe House cocktail " ; with the stew, two bottles of 

 " Liebfrauenmilch " ; and with the rest of the dinner, " Sau- 

 terne." About five o'clock we heard the shouts of the boys, 

 and on going out I saw them coming down the cliffs heavily 

 laden with some bulky objects. I rushed in and reported the 

 facts in the case to Mr. Peary, who immediately said, " They are 



