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Bjaaland and Stubberud were to look after the pent-house and the passage round the hut. Lindström was occupied in the kitchen the hardest and most thankless work on an expedition like this. No one says anything so long as the food is good; but let the cook be unlucky and burn the soup one day, and he will hear something.
Fortunately, however, we had a very good, solid iron plate with us, and now Bjaaland stepped into the breach, and made a whole dozen of the very best spades. Stubberud managed the handles, and they might all have been turned out by a big factory. This circumstance had very important results for our future well-being, as will be seen.
It was arranged, then, that the handles were to be made by Stubberud, and passed on to Hanssen. The whip-lashes were made by Hassel, in the course of the winter, on the Eskimo model. They were round and heavy as they should be and dangerous to come near, when they were wielded by an experienced hand. Hanssen received these different parts to join them together and make the whip.
His meaning was unmistakable, and "rotten whips" sounded in our ears as plainly as if he had shouted it. I had no time to observe the effect of this terrible utterance, for a determined voice called out: "We'll see about that!" I turned round, and there was Stubberud leaning against the end of the table, evidently hurt by Hanssen's words, which he took as a personal affront.
But the other was not to be persuaded; he was determined to win. Then Lindström let go, tore off his braces he had no time for more and dived head first into his bunk. Stubberud tried to protest; this was not fair, he was not undressed, and so on. "That doesn't matter," replied the fat man; "I was first, all the same."
One party was to carry out the march to the south; the other was to try to reach King Edward VII. Land, and see what was to be done there, besides exploring the region around the Bay of Whales. This party was composed of Prestrud, Stubberud, and Johansen, under the leadership of the first-named. The advantages of this new arrangement were many.
Now Stubberud is ready, and is just going to jump into his bunk, which is over Lindström's, when he suddenly feels himself clutched by the leg and held back. Lindström hangs on to the leg with all his force, crying out, in the most pitiable voice: "Wait a bit, old man, till I'm undressed too!" It reminded me rather of the man who was going to fight, and called out: "Wait till I get a hold of you!"
A cup of coffee would be just the thing after such a meal. "Stubberud!" this was Lindström's voice, calling from some place in the far distance "hurry up, before they get warm!" I rushed after Stubberud to see what the things were that were not to get warm; I thought it might possibly be something that was to be taken outside.
Bjaaland and Stubberud, as many as possible of the crew were set to work with axe and saw, and in the course of a few hours the Fram had got a new deck. This consisted of loose pieces of decking, which could easily be raised and removed for flushing and cleaning.
But before long we were all "broken in," and then the transfer to the site of our home "Framheim" went on rapidly; the house grew daily. When all the material had been landed our skilled carpenters, Olav Bjaaland and Jorgen Stubberud, began building the house. It was a ready-made house, which we had brought with us; nothing had to be done but to put together the various numbered parts.
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