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night the temperature has fallen to 33°, but otherwise things 

 are unchanged. At two P. M. the maximum thermometer 

 registered 41 j^°. This temperature will hardly be equaled at 

 this time in New England. 



Tuesday, February 16. A glorious day follows thirty-six 

 hours of violent storm. The sun shines on Cape Robertson 

 and on the snow-covered cliffs east of Redcliffe House. I 

 walked down to Cape Cleveland with Jack, my faithful atten- 

 dant. The sun had just gone behind the black cliffs of Her- 

 — bert Island, and the glare was still 

 ■ so bright that it hurt my eyes to 

 look at it. I never appreciated the 

 sunlight so much before ; in\-olun- 

 tarily it made me feel nearer home. 

 The sky was beautifully tinted — 

 pink and blue in the east, light 

 orange in the south, a deep yel- 

 low and crimson in the northwest. 

 Fleecy clouds tinged with rose floated overhead, while the air 

 was calm and balmy. How thoroughly I should ha\-e enjoyed 

 my walk amid the exquisitely colored surroundings had I 

 known how it fared with my husband on the ice above! 

 Reaching the house at 1.45, I found no tidings of the party, 

 and so watched and waited, until at last a lone figure rounded 

 the mile point. Although I could not see anything beyond 

 a dark spot on the ice moving toward the house, I knew it 

 must be Mr. Peary, for, in spite of his long-forced inactivity 



An Arctic Tot. 



