WITH BARON KLEIST 
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light was sufficient now for travelling all through 
the twenty-four hours—and then we reached an¬ 
other aranga, where we slept. We had intended to 
make an aranga still further on before stopping 
but the snow was soft and the fog was so thick that 
we had difficulty in telling where we were, so we 
decided not to risk too much in the face of such 
adverse weather conditions but to stop while we 
could. 
We drank our tea and turned in. At about 
eleven a. m. we awoke and breakfasted on some 
things we had brought with us from East Cape. 
It was now snowing very hard and there was no 
use in setting out, so we decided to wait until night. 
At six p. m. it was snowing harder than ever, so 
there was nothing to do but to have supper and 
turn in again. During the day I read a good 
deal. Mr. Carpendale had given the baron some 
books and now, as later on in the journey, when 
I could not sleep I would read. I recall that at 
this time I was absorbed in Robert Hichens’s 
“Bella Donna.” The light inside the aranga was 
poor so I bundled myself up in my furs and sat 
in the outer apartment among the dogs and sledges 
where I could see. 
My own dogs I had left with Mr. Caraieff at 
East Cape. He agreed to keep them until 1 
should want them again. The problem of feeding 
