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to a chance in a lifetime to fish in unfamiliar waters!! In mid PM a penguin also arrived in camp. A single Adelie wandering around, letting us get very close for pictures; then calling & crying. This late in season it is probably an unmated male. I can hear it out there now squacking now & then. Tonight is perfectly still. A lovely respite from the flapping and shuddering of 3 days. Snow on hills, Our tent has 2 holes in it over screws in the [[??]]. Mike Woodburne brought me canvas & thread & we patched one of them - most tents have them. It took two of us to do it though -- me inside between tents poking needle thru to outside & he pushing it in. Our tent stood despite fact that rope from ring in top to huge stove was downwind (mostly) instead of upwind. It would have helped pull us down had it been taught. I finished a roll of film -- on penguins -- and took some pictures of Jeff w his camera in his fraternity sweatshirt AΣΦ. Bill came in before supper & found us in good shape here -- much better than yesterday's chaos. However. He described how we can make it much better w rock boxes & better air mattresses. Tomorrow. We expect final cargo tomorrow & Jeff Post & 3 others to fill camp. The two Newfoundland crewmen were v. glad to leave. They never saw the like of that storm. Mark Eichenberger came by to say hello & compare notes. They had all seen every movie & were sick of them. They thought & thought what we might be desperately lacking these last days. I told him we had enough food & toilet paper -- he said OK, but we had the toilet! All too true, we need our privy still. It was getting dark by 8:30 tonight. Seemed earlier than usual. The Argentines finally learn we 

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are here. Didn't see us come & hadn't been monitoring our FM radio frequency. Toni & I dined on eggs & bacon bits. ritz & peanut butter after a nip of B&W Scotch. To bed at 9:40. In fine spirits.

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Slept until 8:30 or so. I thought I heard Toni coughing in night with repeated deep, throaty coughs. Worried about her. But she protested she had not been. My dreams are vivid. About as soon as I began stoking the stove, Bill came to rouse us out- A zodiac was on the way. I had a quick cup of Yuban coffee, stepped into my Orvis boots & my best blue outfit & went to shore. It was almost all wood for rock boxes. And what heavy blocks. A very hard, muddy job it was getting them up the ravine, the most I could do was to hold one & swivel to Cheney. Mucked up my best gortex something awful.-- Pat Kraker came in, asking where the restaurant was. The fancy radio arrived and there was much effort building an ariel from bamboo poles. Phil had trouble with the Suzuki, which would not idle. It was all on or all off. And down on the mud flats he started to turn and aimed toward the sea cliff it would not stop; with brake full on it slammed into the wall & nearly knocked him out, hurt his wrist. He worked all day, but I think he was just being brave. At end of day he said he expected it to get very blue. I routed out my Ace bandage for him & he took it. That alone shows how he needed it. Back to the morning. [[strikethrough]] Between [[/strikethrough]] Before the first zodiac arrived, lo and behold our penguin arrived on the bank opposite camp with a companion!! The 2 slid down the snow-bank on their bellies and one immediately got up & waddled toward the sea. The other