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add to these a tin soup pot, an Esquimaux
lamp a lump of moss, a cup
and a tinder box, for the kitchen,
a roll of frozen meat biscuit. Some
frozen ladys fingers, of [trussed?] fox, raw,
a small bag of coffee, and twenty
four peices of hard tack – ship's bread –
for the Larder, our fire arms and
no less essential ice poles. This nor more nor less, and
you have [literally] every single item of our outfit, the
means wherewith to venture into a
frozen atmosphere of 92° below the
freezing point and to seek an uncer=
=tain [?] say 94 miles within its icy
recesses.

In general eight powerful
wolf like dogs will draw such a cargo
like the wind. I have but four wretched
animals who can hardly drag themselves.

The clothing or personal
outfit demands the nicest study of experience [care and]
experience. Except a spare pair of boots
it is all upon the back. Only by long
custom can a man make his outer
garmets resist Smith Sound temperatures
and even then he must have
a windless atmosphere without and
a heat creating body within.

Once clad he is a lump of deformity,
exciting pity as he waddles over
the ice unpicturesque uncouth and
seemingly helpless. It is only when you
see him coated with rime, his face peering
from an icy halo his beard glued
with frozen respiration, that you feel
that his artificial skin [saves him
from death and ruin] is his fortress against King Death.