11/15 It was his fifth birthday, and Percy, Matt, and I, his three chums, drank a bottle of champagne in his honor. Robert E.Peary, Junior! What were they doing at home? The _Roosevelt_ was kicked about by the floes as if she had been a football. The game began about four o'clock in the morning. I was in my cabin trying to get a little sleep--with my clothes on, for I had not dared to remove them for a week. |