THE WINTER NIGHT 



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When the ship's path is stopped by fathom-thick ice, 



And winter's white covering is spread, 

 ■When we're quite given up to the power of the stream. 



Oh ! 'tis then that so often of home we must dream. 



We wish them all joy at this sweet Christmas-tide, 

 Health and happiness for the next year, 



Ourseh^es patience to wait ; 'twill bring us to the Pole, 

 And home the next spring, never fear!" 



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I. PROMENADE IN TIMES OF PEACE WITH SVERDRUPS 



PATENT FOOT-GEAR 



{From the " Fraiiisjaa^') 



There were many more poems, among others one 

 giving some account of the principal events of the last 

 weeks, in this style : 



" Bears are seen, and dogs are born, 



Cakes are baked, both small and large; 

 Henriksen, he does not fall. 



Spite of bear's most violent charge ; 

 Mogstad with his rifle clicks, 

 Jacobsen with long lance sticks," 



