"What think of those fellows?
Wild-geese! And look at these!" holding up his cap.

"Nice fresh eggs!--to be had by the dozen! and nothing to pay, either!" "Why, fellows, this is a sort of northern paradise!" cried Raed.

"But what sticks me is how to cook those eggs and geese.

I never could suck eggs." "Just build a fire, and I'll show you how to cook 'em," Weymouth said.
"But what shall we have for fuel ?" Kit demanded.
That was a staggerer.
_Boom!_ It seemed as if those far-borne echoes would never die with the distance.

A low, dismal, sullen sound! They gave us queer sensations.