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THE CRIMSON CLIFFS. 
— 
good aunt of mine had filled with ginger-nuts two 
years before, and which had long survived the condi¬ 
ments that once gave it dignity. “ Such are the uses 
of adversity.” 
PASSING THE CRIMSON CLIFFS. 
Our descent to the coast followed the margin of the 
fast ice. After passing the Crimson Cliffs of Sir John 
Ross, it wore almost the dress of a holiday excursion,— 
a rude one perhaps, yet truly one in feeling. Our 
course, except where a protruding glacier interfered 
with it, was nearly parallel to the shore. The birds 
