20/42 They learn the uselessness of "borrowing trouble." Once in the night I woke,--woke from a pleasant dream of home. For several seconds I was utterly bewildered; did not know where I was. It was raining on the green hide overhead with a peculiarly soft patter. The strong odor of burning fat from the fire filled our rude tent; to which were added the fresh, sick smells from the great newly-butchered carcass of the walrus. The boys were sound asleep, breathing heavily. |