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THE SUN AGAIN. 
landers say that extreme cold is rather a promoter than 
otherwise of the putrefactive process. All the grami¬ 
nivorous animals have the same tendency, as is well 
known to the butchers. Our buffalo-hunters, when 
they condescend to clean a carcass, do it at once; they 
have told me that the musk-ox is sometimes tainted 
after five minutes’ exposure. The Esquimaux, with 
whom there is no fastidious sensibility of palate, are in 
the practice at Yotlilc and Horses’ Head, in latitude 
73° 40', even in the severest weather, of withdrawing 
the viscera immediately after death and filling the 
cavity with stones. 
“February 25, Sunday.—The day of rest for those 
to whom rest can be; the day of grateful recognition 
for all! John, our volunteer cook of yesterday, is 
down: Morton, who could crawl out of bed to play 
baker for the party, and stood to it manfully yesterday, 
is down too. I have just one man left to help me in 
caring for the sick. Hans and Petersen, thank God! 
have vitality enough left to bear the toils of the hunt. 
One is out with his rifle, the other searching the traps. 
“To-day, blessed be the Great Author of Light! I 
have once more looked upon the sun. I was standing 
on deck, thinking over our prospects, when a familiar 
berg, which had long been hid in shadow, flashed out 
in sun-birth. I knew this berg right well: it stood 
between Charlotte Wood Fiord and Little Willie’s 
Monument. One year and one day ago I travelled 
toward it from Fern Eock to catch the sunshine. Then 
I had to climb the hills beyond, to get the luxuiy of 
