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OUT IN A GALE. 
nel and attempt to make the settlements over land. 
But I was hardly under the lee of the island, when 
there broke upon us one of the most fearful gales I 
have ever experienced. It had the character and the 
“ANAK,” wife of nessark. 
force of a cyclome. The dogs were literally blown 
from their harness, and it was only by throwing our¬ 
selves on our faces that we saved ourselves from being 
swept away: it seemed as if the ice must give way. 
We availed ourselves of a momentary lull to shoulder 
the sledge, and, calling the affrighted dogs around 
