ON THE ROOSEVELT 
Chief Wardwell was the first man to greet 
me, he photographed me as I was closing in 
on the ship, and with his strong right arm 
pulled me up over the side and hugged me to 
his bosom. "Good boy, Matt," he said; "too 
bad about Marvin," and then I knew that all 
was wrong and that it was not the time for 
rejoicing. I asked for Peary and I was told 
that he was all right. I saw Captain Bartlett 
and I knew that he was there; but where was 
Borup, where were MacMillan, Marvin, and 
where was Dr. Goodsell? Dr. Goodsell was 
right by my side, holding me up, and I reaUzed 
that it was of him I was demanding to know 
of the others. 
Reason had not left me, the bonds of sanity 
had not snapped, but for the time I was hys- 
terical, and I only knew that all were well 
and safe excepting Marvin, who was drowned. 
A big mug of coiFee was given to me, I drank 
a spoonful; a glass of spirits was handed me, 
I drank it all, and I was guided to my cabin, 
my fur clothes were taken off, and for the 
first time in sixty-eight days, I allowed myself 
to relax and I fell into a sleep. 
When I awoke, I had the grandest feast im- 
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