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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  A 
  JOHNNY 
  PENGUIN 
  CROUCHING 
  SOLICITOUSLY 
  OVER 
  ONE 
  EGG 
  AND 
  ONE 
  CHICK 
  

  

  The 
  eggs 
  usually 
  hatch 
  several 
  days 
  apart, 
  and 
  one 
  chick 
  is 
  consequently 
  much 
  larger 
  

   than 
  the 
  other 
  during 
  the 
  whole 
  period 
  of 
  growth. 
  When 
  a 
  brooding 
  penguin 
  is 
  driven 
  from 
  

   its 
  nest, 
  it 
  lingers 
  near 
  by, 
  trumpeting 
  loudly 
  until 
  the 
  disturber 
  has 
  withdrawn, 
  then 
  it 
  

   examines 
  the 
  nest 
  minutely, 
  stooping 
  over 
  its 
  treasures 
  like 
  a 
  near-sighted 
  person. 
  When 
  

   satisfied 
  that 
  all 
  is 
  well, 
  it 
  settles 
  down 
  contentedly 
  again. 
  

  

  the 
  earth 
  forever 
  unless 
  the 
  British 
  Gov- 
  

   ernment 
  awakens 
  to 
  its 
  responsibility. 
  

  

  Toward 
  the 
  end 
  of 
  the 
  Antarctic 
  sum- 
  

   mer 
  — 
  that 
  is, 
  about 
  the 
  last 
  of 
  Febru- 
  

   ary 
  — 
  we 
  weighed 
  the 
  Daisy's 
  two 
  heavy 
  

   anchors 
  and 
  tacked 
  in 
  the 
  teeth 
  of 
  an 
  

   easterly 
  wind 
  along 
  shore 
  out 
  of 
  the 
  Bay 
  

   of 
  Isles 
  and 
  in 
  through 
  the 
  narrow 
  mouth 
  

   of 
  Possession 
  Bay, 
  where 
  Captain 
  Cook 
  

   so 
  many 
  years 
  before 
  had 
  landed 
  and, 
  

   "under 
  a 
  discharge 
  of 
  small 
  arms," 
  had 
  

   claimed 
  the 
  snowy 
  isle 
  for 
  his 
  king. 
  

  

  We 
  moored 
  near 
  the 
  head 
  of 
  this 
  com- 
  

   fortless 
  bay 
  before 
  a 
  semicircle 
  of 
  per- 
  

   pendicular 
  glacier 
  walls. 
  The 
  hills 
  shut 
  

   off 
  every 
  view 
  save 
  to 
  the 
  north, 
  where 
  the 
  

  

  distant 
  sea 
  heaved 
  beyond 
  the 
  entrance 
  

   and 
  long 
  rollers 
  broke 
  on 
  a 
  bar 
  which 
  

   almost 
  inclosed 
  the 
  inner 
  haven. 
  On 
  the 
  

   eastern 
  shore 
  a 
  valley, 
  crowded 
  between 
  

   a 
  pair 
  of 
  pointed, 
  symmetrical 
  mountains, 
  

   narrowed 
  to 
  a 
  boulder-strewn 
  pass 
  and 
  

   led 
  to 
  the 
  cliffs 
  above 
  Antarctic 
  Bay. 
  

  

  Little 
  verdure 
  could 
  be 
  seen 
  anywhere 
  

   from 
  the 
  deck 
  of 
  the 
  ship. 
  A 
  penetrating 
  

   wind 
  howled 
  and 
  howled 
  down 
  the 
  white- 
  

   shrouded 
  hills. 
  The 
  pale 
  sunlight 
  seemed 
  

   to 
  have 
  lost 
  its 
  power 
  to 
  cheer. 
  It 
  was 
  

   like 
  issuing 
  from 
  a 
  refrigerator 
  when 
  on 
  

   March 
  15 
  we 
  pointed 
  the 
  good 
  brig's 
  

   prow 
  toward 
  the 
  open 
  sea 
  and 
  began 
  the 
  

   long 
  voyage 
  home. 
  

  

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