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breathing of the knives and the clang of the blubber falling 
into the metal tanks. 
. . . The men are very tired. Days of constant work 
with poor food, hastily swallowed, has told on them 
sadly — their faces are drawn and their eyes blood-shot ; 
they are tired, but they work away cheerily. They will 
have a share in the profits! Such a share, enough to 
keep one in cigarettes for a month. They don't like 
this work on deck so well as being out in the boats — 
they feel the cold more. Several of them are filled with 
