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again, buckle the flap carefully over our heads, He close 

 together, and soon sleep the sleep of the just. But even 

 in our dreams we went on ceaselessly, grinding at the 

 sledges and driving the dogs, always northward, and I 

 was often awakened by hearing Johansen calling in his 

 sleep to " Pan," or " Barrabas," or " Klapperslangen " : 

 "Get on, you devil, you! Go on, you brutes! Sass, 

 sass ! ''^'' Now the whole thing is going over!" and ex- 

 ecrations less fit for reproduction, until I went to sleep 

 again. 



In the morning I, as cook, was obliged to turn out to 

 prepare the breakfast, which took an hour's time. As a 

 rule, it consisted one morning of chocolate, bread, butter, 

 and pemmican; another of oatmeal porridge, or a com- 

 pound of flour, water, and butter, in imitation of our 

 " butter- porridge " at home. This was washed down 

 with milk, made of whey- powder and w^ater. The 

 breakfast ready, Johansen was roused ; we sat up in 

 the sleeping-bag, one of the blankets was spread out as 

 a table-cloth, and we fell to work. We had a com- 

 fortable breakfast, wrote up our diaries, and then had to 

 think about starting. But how tired we sometimes were, 

 and how often would I not have given anything to be 

 able to creep to the bottom of the bag again and 

 sleep the clock round. It seemed to me as if this 

 must be the greatest pleasure in life, but our business 



* Used by the Lapps to their dog. — Trans. 



