FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
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and in the row that followed Frenchie was killed by a 
stab from one of the brothers' knives — whose knife> 
neither would confess. To settle the matter quite fairly, 
the brothers were taken down to the river and posted on 
either side, and bade to shoot at each other. Willie stood 
in the neighbourhood of one of them as a sort of second, 
and his man was the quickest and nailed the brother on 
the opposite* side. 
So we yarn away in subdued voices till some one wakes 
and shouts : 1 Heave the log/ and the deck becomes alive 
with dusky figures. Forward, eight bells is struck ; the 
watch below come on deck into the blue moonlight, 
rubbing their eyes. Willie and I say good-night, light 
our pipes, and turn in. 
This is a pencil jotting of chequers on the main hatch. Bonnar is playing 
the bo'sun for the championship, the first mate on the right, the engineer 
and the cook's mate on the left giving advice. 
