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toddy, extra rations of biscuits, and a longing for 
home. 
On Christmas Day we had tinned plum-pudding, 
and Mr. Evans, in honour of the occasion, baked 
cakes; and Mr. Ellefsen even surpassed himself in 
the excellence of his cooking. 
All the water we drank and used for our cooking 
we had, of course, to make from the snow, and the 
longing for real water became at last intense. 
The Finns, contrary to expectations, proved of very 
clean habits. In midwinter Per Savio dug himself an 
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A BUSY DAY IN CAMP RIDLEY. 
apartment under the snow, some ro feet square and 
6 feet high. Here he placed a small iron stove, 
and put an iron funnel through the snow. He 
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