THE WINTER NIGHT 



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round it. Sverdrup was by this time out at the deck- 

 house, watching in the sparkHng moonshine. His heart 

 was jumping — he expected every moment to hear the 

 snap of his trap. But the bear shook his head suspi- 



" HE STARED, HESITATING, AT THE DELICIOUS MORSEL 



{Drawn by H. Egidius) 



ciously, lowered himself cautiously on to all-fours again, 

 and sniffed carefully at the wire that the trap was fast- 

 ened by, following it along to where it was made fast 

 to a great block of ice. He went round this, and saw 



