taking advantage of favorable (72 openings through the ice when there was no wind -- and it was almost always calm, while we were in the pack! - and for getting out of the way of dangerous ice bergs. During our first few days in the ice Chum made great sport for us. He liked to trot around upon the floes and he soon learned how to go up and down the ladder leading from the ship's rail to the ice, walking the rungs as well as any of us. But he had conceived a dislike to Captain Comer without any apparent cause, the aversion seeming to date from the day when the captain donned his khaki overall trousers soon after leaving Battle Harbor. Perhaps