FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
have prepared the line and chain, and baited the great 
hook with a hunch of salt pork. We are still too neat- 
Scotland to show our true colours; nearer the line, or in 
the ice, we will put on the whaler and kill and spare not, 
Sunday and week-day alike. 
The end of our first chapter of troubles. 
In the focsle. 
