360 FARTHEST NORTH 



" Monday, January ist, 1894. The year began well. 

 I was awakened by JuelTs cheerful voice wishing me a 

 Happy New Year. He had come to give me a cup of 

 coffee in bed — delicious Turkish coffee, his Christmas 

 present from Miss Fougner. It is beautiful clear w^eath- 

 er, with the thermometer at 36° below zero ( — 38° C). It 

 almost seems to me as if the twilight in the south were 

 beginning to grow; the upper edge of it to-day was 14° 

 above the horizon. 



" An extra good dinner at 6 p.m. 



1. Tomato soup. 



2. Cod roe with melted butter and potatoes. 



3. Roast I'eindeer, with green pease, potatoes, and cranberry jam. 



4. Cloudberries with milk. 



Ringnes beer. 



" I do not know if this begins to give any impression 

 of great sufferings and privations. I am lying in my 

 berth, writing, reading, and dreaming. It is always a 

 curious feelins: to write for the first time the number of 

 a New Year. Not till then does one grasp the fact that 

 the old year is a thing of the past ; the new one is here, 

 and one must prepare to wrestle with it. Who knows 

 what it is bringing.'' Good and evil, no doubt, but most 

 good. It cannot but be that we shall go forward towards 

 our ooal and towards home. 



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"'Life is rich and wreathed in roses; 

 Gaze forth into a world of dreams.' 



