230 FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
see in the Antarctic, and no matter how melancholy a 
man may feel, if he sees one of these jolly little fellows 
he cheers up. 
An hour or two ago I saw an elderly tar with rather a 
sad face, looking over the bulwarks across the ice in a 
dreamy sort of way, thinking perhaps of his home and 
his family. Just in front of him a penguin popped out of 
the water on to the ice, then turned and looked down to 
see how high it had jumped — it was good three feet — then 
put its head in the air and waddled away over the snow, 
with its toes pointed out, and an expression that said 
( A precious good jump that for me anyway. 3 At this 
little episode a wintry smile stirred the lines on my 
friend's face ; and when a second penguin, a friend of the 
first, missed the jump and hit his head against the ice- 
ledge and fell back into the water, the smile changed to a 
broad grin. Penguin No. 2 was not to be daunted, how- 
ever, but made another attempt, and got up and waddled 
after his friend, expostulating with him loudly for not 
offering him a hand-up, and the melancholy man filled 
full of laughter, and rolled away forward to the focsle, to 
discuss ' thae blasted funny wee beggars/ with his mates. 
