Northward: Peary’s 1908-09 Expedition

Acting like the devil!

It began to blow at about 2 o’clock this morning from northeast. Barometer falling steadily and thermometer at 21-. Continued to blow and drift until about 11 A.M. when wind dropped and sky cleared up. Jack is a hard man to get out. I have to call him time and time again. One morning he came up like a shot so quickly, in fact, that he startled me. I learned the reason later. He was dreaming he was in New York at the pier lying in his bunk. Cody opened the forecastle door and asked him to go for a drink to McKinley’s bar room. I was Cody. Our stove has been acting like the devil belching forth clouds of smoke under the least provocation. When the three men get to smoking and the stove, too, the stove puts them all in the shade and us under the musk ox skins. We judge when to emerge by the cessation of coughing, wheezing, and sulphurous expressions from Jack imitated in broken English by the Inuits. Jack went out yesterday and knocked the devil (soot) out of the pipe. Today it is working better. Our tidal igloo is cracked open from top to bottom, can see the stars right out through it.

Cody: John Cody (variously spelled Cody, Coady and Coadey) was a seaman aboard th Roosevelt from St. John's Newfoundland.

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