HOME! 
St. John, N. F., commanded by Samuel Bart- 
lett. The schooner was supplied with pro- 
visions and coal for the relief of the Roose- 
velt, and was executing the plan of the Peary 
Arctic Club. 
There was mail aboard her and we had our 
first tidings of home and friends in a twelve- 
month. From newspaper clippings I learned 
that the British Antarctic Expedition, com- 
manded by Sir Ernest H. Shackleton, had 
reached within 111 miles of the South Pole. 
The mail contained good news for all but 
one of us. Mr. Borup, in his bunk above the 
Professor's, read his letters, and in the course 
of his reading was heard to emit a deep sigh, 
then to utter an agonizing groan. Prof. 
MacMillan, thinking that Borup had received 
bad news indeed, endeavored to console him, 
and at the same time asked what was the bad 
news, feeling sure it could be nothing less 
than the death of Colonel Borup or some 
other close relative of his. 
"What is the matter, George? Tell me." 
"HARVARD BEAT YALE!" 
The Roosevelt, accompanied by her con- 
sort, sailed south to North Star Bay and while 
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