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of the hive, has long been defunct: you will find him 
in bed, or studying ‘LitteU’s Living Age.’ At twelve, 
a business round of inspection, and orders enough to 
fill up the day with work. Next, the drill ot the Es¬ 
quimaux dogs,—my own peculiar recreation,—a dog¬ 
trot, specially refreshing to legs that creak with every 
kick, and rheumatic shoulders that chronicle every 
three stools, and as many waxen-faced men with their 
legs drawn up under them, the deck at zero being too 
cold for the feet. Each has his department: Kane is 
writing, sketching, and projecting maps; Hayes copying 
logs and meteorologicals; Son tag reducing his work at 
Fern Rock. A fourth, as one of the working members 
