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of the kettles was removed when the snow was melted, and set aside for
drinking water. The other was permitted to boil, tea was made, and then
the fire was put out, for already the temperature inside the _igloo_ had
become so warm that presently there would be danger of the snow dripping
moisture.
"Now," said Skipper Ed, lighting a candle, for it was growing dark,
"we're ready for supper. You chaps must be hungry."
"I could eat my boots!" declared Bobby.
"So could I!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he poured hot tea into Skipper Ed's
and Bobby's cups and then helped himself. "I was glad enough when we
decided to stop here."
"Isn't it fine and cozy," said Bobby, between mouthfuls of frozen boiled
pork and hardtack. "I always find a snow _igloo_ cozy."
"It makes a pretty good shelter," Skipper Ed admitted, "but I never did
care for an _igloo_. I'm too much of an Indian, I suppose, for I prefer
a tent and a good wood fire, with its sweet smoke odor, and the
companionship and shelter of the forest."
"Oh, I think an _igloo_ is nicer," insisted Bobby. "A tent gets cold at
night when the fire goes out, and an _igloo_ keeps fine and warm. I
could live in an _igloo_ all winter."
"You're a regular husky!" laughed Skipper Ed. "Partner and I are
Indians, aren't we, Partner?"
"Yes, Partner, I like a tent better," agreed Jimmy, "but," he added, "I
like our house better than a tent."
"It all depends upon what we're used to, after all," remarked Skipper
Ed, "and comfort is a matter of comparison.
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