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cups, spoons, alcohol-stove and alcohol, potted turkey and 

 biscuits, and sugar and milk. On turning the first point the 

 wind struck me, but, thinking it was only a squall left by the 

 recent storm, I hastened on as best I could. Finally I left the 

 path and went inshore, but could not see where I stepped, 

 and was blown down several times. I relieved myself of the 

 snow-shoes and gun, but was again knocked about by the 

 wind, and had my breath completely taken away by the snow 

 driving in my face. I finally met Mr. Peary with our good 

 dog Jack, and we reached home late in the afternoon, tired 

 and sore. 



Monday, February 22. Washington's birthday ; grand- 

 mother's birthday. Our dinner consisted of venison pie with 

 corn, broiled guillemot breasts and green peas, chocolate, and 

 apple pandowdy. The day has been cloudy and misty. 



Sunday, March 6. I am recovering from an attack of the 

 grippe. Tuesday, February 23, after going to bed I had a chill, 

 and all night my back and every bone in my body ached. In 

 the morning my aches increased and I was in a fever. Of 

 course Mr. Peary called in the doctor, and between them they 

 have brought me round. I went out for the first time yester- 

 day, Mr. Peary pushing me on the sledge to the tide-gage, 

 where the sun was shining beautifully. 



Tuesday, March 8. Yesterday was a bright, cold day. Matt 

 returned from a four days' deer-hunt at the head of the bay, 

 during which he experienced a temperature of from — 40° to 

 — 50°. Gibson has had everything he possesses put in order 



