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MY ARCTIC JOURNAL 



Mr. Peary and I are having great times keeping house by 

 ourselves ; he brings in the snow for water, the coal and coal- 

 oil, and keeps watch during the night, while I cook, wash 

 dishes, sweep (without a broom — the only article of impor- 

 tance that was overlooked in the preparations for our Arctic 

 journey), and look after Mane, who is here with her two 

 children working on the reindeer skins. We shall not be 

 sorry when the boys return and take some of these duties off 

 our shoulders. 



Thursday, November 5. Jack is the father of eight jet-black 

 pups. The days are only a few hours long now, but the dark- 



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-M\ South Window. 



ness is not yet the darkness of a winter night at home. Mr. 

 Peary's leg is improving steadily, and he seems more like 

 himself The strain has told on both of us, and I am glad it 

 is over. He put up his writing-desk yesterday, and our room 



