THE SOUTHEAST WINDS. 
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hang your boots up outside, take a blade of bone, and 
scrape off all the ice from your furs. Now crawl in, the 
whole party of you, feet foremost; draw the top of your 
dormitory close, heading to leeward. Fancy yourself 
in Sybaris; and, if you are only tired enough, you may 
s l e ep-like St. Lawrence on his gridiron, or even a 
trifle better. 
'“January 16, Tuesday.—Again the strange pheno¬ 
mena of the southeast winds. The late changes of the 
barometer ushered them in, and all hands are astir 
with their novel influences. With minus 16° outside, 
our cabin ceiling distils dirty drops of water, our beds 
become doubly damp, and our stove oppressive. We 
are vastly more comfortable, and therefore more 
healthy, below hatches, when it is at —60° on deck 
than when it vises above —80°. The mean heat of 
our room since the return of the party is, as nearly as 
can be determined, +48°. 
“ The sick generally are about the same ; but Wilson 
has symptoms showing themselves, that All me with 
distress. The state of things on board begins to press 
upon me personally; but by sleeping day-hours 1 
manage well enough. Hans, Ohlsen, and myself are 
the only three sound men of the organized company. 
“January 17, Wednesday.—There is no evading it 
any longer: it has been evident for the past ten days 
that the ‘present state of things cannot last.’ We 
require meat, and cannot get along ivithout it. Our 
sick have finished the bear’s head, and are now eatin 
the condemned abscessed liver of the animal, includin 
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