CHAPTER IX. 
ROUTINE—GETTING UP—BREAKFAST—WORK—TURNING IN—HANS 
STILL MISSING — TIIE DETERMINATION. 
“ April 3, Tuesday.—To-day I detained Petersen 
from his hunt, and took a holiday rest myself,—that 
is to say, went to bed and-sweated: to-morrow I 
promise as much for Bonsall. 
“ While here in bed I will give the routine of a day 
in this spring-time of year:— 
“At 7.30 call ‘all hands;’ which means that one 
of the well trio wakes the other two. This order is 
obeyed slowly. The commander confesses for himself 
that the breakfast is wellnigh upon table before he gets 
his stiff ankles to the floor. Looking around, he sees 
the usual mosaic of sleepers as ingeniously dovetailed 
and crowded together as the campers-out in a buffalo- 
hag. He winds his way through them, and, as he 
does so, some stereotyped remarks are interchanged. 
‘Thomas!’—our ex-cook, now side by side with the 
first officer of the expedition,—‘Thomas, turn out!’ 
’Eugh-ng, sir.’ ‘Turn out; get up.’ ‘Ys-sir;’ (sits bolt 
upright, and rubs his eyes.) ‘How d’you feel, Mr. 
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