WEARY DAYS OF WAITING 



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One year ago to-night was the most miserable night I had 

 ever spent. Mr. Peary had broken his leg, and for a few hours 

 I did not know whether he would ever be able to use it again ; 

 to-night I do not even know that he is alive. I feel very cer- 

 tain, however, that a month will solve this question for me, 

 and so am determined not to worry any more. 



