THE RESCUE Our first night at the whaling-station was blissful.

Crean and I shared a beautiful room in Mr.Sorlle's house, with electric light and two beds, warm and soft.

We were so comfortable that we were unable to sleep.

Late at night a steward brought us tea, bread and butter and cakes, and we lay in bed, revelling in the luxury of it all.

Outside a dense snow-storm, which started two hours after our arrival and lasted until the following day, was swirling and driving about the mountain- slopes.