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brew of beer - “arctic Kane’s XX Linseed Mucilage
adaptation” turns out excellent - our
grunts and growls are beginning to have
a good natured twang. Our [faced?] lessen,
our shadows increase - with gratitude I
see a change which points to [a mere] the happier [?]
future - our sick however are still
non operatives, and our one room is like the
convalescent ward of a hospital with [and]
Bonsall and myself [are] for the only nurses.

To day I detained Petersen from his hunt and
[rested] took a holy day rest myself, that is to say, went to bed and
- sweated - ; tomorrow I [give the same] do as much for
[to] Bonsall. While here in bed I will
give the routine of [one of our] a day in
this Spring time of year.

At 7.30 call “all hands” which means
that one of the well trio wakes the other two
is obeyed slowly. - The Commander [Kane] confesses for himself that the breakfast is well [?] [nearly]
upon the table before his stiff ankles reach
to the floor. Looking around he sees the
usual mosaic work of human sleepers
as ingeniously dovetailed and crowded together as the campers out in a buffalo bag. As he winds by
that he has to make a sort
way through [of] tour to shove himself along - in doing
this some stereotype remarks are inter
changed. “Thomas” out ex cook now
side by side with the first officer of the Exped.
“Thomas, turn out” “Eugh - ng : sir.”
“Turn out: get up” “Nyah ys : sir/“ - (sits
bolt upright and rubs his eyes) “How’ve
you passed the night Mr. Brooks?”
“Midlin Sir” “Mr Ohlsen How d’you
feel.” “Better Sir.” and so I reach the
table.

Here stands a naked platform of
boards with a pile of plates in the center
near them is a curious collection of cups
grouped in a tumulus - or cairn commencing
philosophically at the base with heavy
stone ware and ending with battered