IN WINTER QUARTERS 
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tones of anguish, “Oh, dear! Oh, isn’t that ter¬ 
rible! Oh, I can’t believe it’s true!” until Mac¬ 
Millan was sure that he had learned of the 
death of some near relative. Finally when he felt 
that he must ask he ventured to inquire the cause of 
Borup’s mourning and to hope that he had not heard 
bad news. “Why, just think!” replied Borup. 
“Harvard beat Yale last fall, 4 to 6!” Now, on 
November 22, 1913, when the sky cleared to the 
south and we were treated to a red glow in that 
direction to light up the darkness I wondered if 
anything happening in the vicinity of Cambridge 
was having its effect on the meteorological condi¬ 
tions. 
We had reached nearly to Lat. 73 N. on No¬ 
vember 15. This proved to be our farthest north. 
After that for a month the winds drove us south 
and southwest and then for the rest of our drift 
more nearly due west again. We now had a little 
relief from the incessant sixty-mile gale which had 
been making it intensely cold for a number of days 
and on the twenty-fourth the red glow continuing 
gave us the effect of a little twilight which enabled 
Malloch to read the transit in his observatory with¬ 
out the aid of a lantern. The temperature was 
twenty below zero, but the air was so clear and clean 
that one could go about out of doors with American 
clothes on without discomfort. Just before mid- 
