SLEDGING 
I had watched Mr. Wardwell aboard the ship 
solder up the cases and I found that watching 
a man work, and doing the same thing your- 
self, were two different matters. I tried to 
work with mittens on; I tried to work with 
them off. As soon as my bare fingers would 
touch the cold metal of the tins, they would 
freeze, and if I attempted to use the mittens 
they would singe and burn, and it was impos- 
sible to hold the solder with my bearskin 
gloves on. But keeping everlastingly at 
it brings success, and with the help of the boys 
the work was slowly but surely done. 
Early this evening Professor MacMillan and 
his caravan arrived. He complimented me on 
the success of my work and informed me that 
they camped at Cape Richardson last night and 
that the trail had been pretty well blown over 
by the storm, but that the sledge-tracks were 
still to be seen. Dead tired, but not cold or 
uncomfortable. The stew is ready and so am 
I. Good night! 
February 20: Wind died down, sky clear, 
and weather cold as usual. Our next point is 
Sail Harbor and after breakfast we set out. 
The Professor has asked me the most advisable 
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