boat had returned. The interior was complete with the advent of a savoury supper of explorers natures. He must clear his fermentated state of mind and the door closes with a bang on his broad back and shot gun. Three hours later with revived spirits he reenters the scene and costs before us a great load of Burgomasters. Suffer is just on the table - we are all hungry but the hunter smacks his lips, standing to his gleam before the oven he casts a questioning round at fat who returns the assaults with interest. She views a brining bowl of stew with an indulgent smile and falls to like the man he is.... This is Fat! Saturday, Aug 22-1914 A strong outer mind has massed the ice into one cone. Fat has been away for 36 hrs buying the motor boat clear. I upped that he is anchored on the opposite side of the fjord under the lee of high cliffs. By some shell-dogging I was able to cook again today. But I did not mind as I had another dinner to be tried. I am practicing this art upon the assembled crowd. Later when famine and I alone must eat all that I cook it will be committed to have mastered the culinary art.