The Mate of the Vancouver — page 149: what you’re looking at

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A GOLDEN LINK. and not so steady. Bah! I wish I was a q bear, so as to hole up till spring.” | a All of which ,was very encouraging to a 4 man who had mostly sailed in warm latitudes, and hated a frost worse than poison. And é it didn’t please me to see that so good-tem- pered a man as Mac was really put out and - d in a vile humor, for he knew what I could Lo only imagine. ie The conversation—if conversation it could. om be called—tlagged very soon, and we got out our blankets, scraping away the snow from. at a place, where we lay close to each other in order to preserve what warmth we could. We lay in the position commonly called in oa America “spooning,” like two spoons fitting | " /- one into another, so that there had to be . — : 4 tt common consent for changing sides, one of - ip which grew damp while the other grew cold. aA Just as we were settling down to sleep we id heard the sudden crack of a rifle from the other shore, and against the wind came a ees oa ee