WINTER IN THE PACK : CABIN OF THE ADVANCE. 
CHAPTER XXXII. 
January 1, AVednesday. The first day of 1851 
set in cold, the thermometer at —28°, and closing at 
— 31°. We celebrated it by an extra dinner, a plum- 
cake unfrosted for the occasion, and a couple of our re- 
siduary bottles of wine. But there was no joy in our 
merriment : we were weary of the night, as those who 
watch for the morning. 
It was not till the 3d that the red southern zone 
continued long enough to give us assurance of advanc- 
ing day. Then, for at least three hours, the twilight 
enabled us to walk without stumbling. I had a feel- 
ing of racy enjoyment as I found myself once more 
away from the ship, ranging among the floes, and 
watching the rivalry of day with night in the zenith. 
There was the sunward horizon, with its evenly-dis- 
