493 judging from clear, dry cold days on Easter evenings in Illinois when the ground is white with snow, and I from similar evenings in Min- nesota. EK and I did not think of dinner while we were out, until after we had turned back from near the first northern headland. Then we realized that we should be late for the important meal. Sarquany and Allen had finished their pea soup by the time we sat down at table. The pea soup was well cooked today and was good, quite a contrast to the many days on which Yankee Nathan has served it with the peas too hard to be eaten with relish or safety. This afternoon I gave EK Blau some of my underclothing that I should otherwise have left here packed up. He took his second lesson in the handling of my graphic camera. His e