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as they melted on our upturned faces, we remembered our nine hour's fast preceded by a dry meal, and Mable immediately asked for a drink of water.  We knew of no spring on the island and could not find even a puddle.  There will be ice in the cove tomorrow at any rate," said Arnheim.  "The ground is stiffening, let us pitch our tent."  Accordingly we made a stack of the cedar we had cut fastening the tops together and forcing the butts into the earth.  With the sail on the north-west side we completed a booth that would have been suffocating except for the wind, and [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] cutting off some of the interior branches to enable us to get in, and spreding them on the ground for bedding, we settled ourselves for the night.  But the novelty of our situation and the strain of mind in which we had been before landing were not conducive to sleep, and long after I supposed that all but myself were slumbering, Morton seeing that I was listening on my elbow, whispered "What is that sound?"  When the wind veered and passed over the grove with a "Whuff" it brought with it an indescribable howl, [[strikethrough]] but [[/strikethrough]] of what animal [[strikethrough]] none [[/strikethrough]] we could not imagine.

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