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Updated: June 10, 2025
The darkness was relieved by the exceedingly brilliant appearance of the stars, the sky fairly blazing with them, but the cold was almost unendurable even for the few moments in which we were exposed to it. We secured our car as speedily as possible, climbed into it, and got a little warmth from our gas heater.
"There's water laid on," she said; "you don't have to pump any. Here's the washtubs in the shed. That's a real nice tin boiler for the clothes, I never see a nicer. Mis Starkey had that heater in the dining-room set the very week before she went away. 'Winter's coming on, she says, 'and I must see about keeping my husband warm; never thinking, poor thing, how 't was to be."
Margaret returned to the parlor, and from the kitchen Jean could hear the heater tilted backward and forward in the box-iron a pleasant, homely sound when there is happiness in the house. Soon she heard a step outside, however, and it was followed by a rough shaking of the barred door. "Is it you, Mr. Dishart?" Jean asked nervously. "It's me, Tammas Whamond," the precentor answered.
On the great Palace Square another characteristic sight is to be seen on the nights of Court balls, which follow the Jordan, when the blaze of electric light from the rock-crystal chandeliers, big as haystacks, within the state apartments, is supplemented by the fires in the heater and on the snow outside, round which the waiting coachmen warm themselves, with Rembrandtesque effects of chiaro-oscuro second only to the picturesqueness of dvorniki in their nondescript caps and shaggy coats, who cluster round blazing fagots in less aristocratic quarters when the thermometer descends below zero.
A moment longer the other remained motionless, then, before his companion realized what he was doing, Ben had opened the door of the sheet-iron heater and tossed the paper in his fingers fair among the glowing coals. "Thank you, Grannis," he said, "I agree with you." He stood a second looking into the suddenly kindled blaze. "As you say, to the living, life. Let the dead past bury its dead."
"Yes." "Wait a sec, I'm Joe Burke. What's your name?" "Call me Isabelle," she said wryly. "Isabelle! Call me Ishmael. My God, I spent a whole winter reading Moby Dick. I was working in San Francisco. Read a couple of pages every night sitting in a circle of lamp light with my back to a heater." "Nice town great book," Isabelle said, "although no one can really say why."
The wind, too, for the first and only time on my drives, somehow found an entrance into the lower part of the cutter box, and though my feet were resting on the heater and my legs were wrapped, first in woollen and then in leather leggings, besides being covered with a good fur robe, my left side soon began to feel the cold.
I was now more comfortably lodged than since I had landed at Nome. My canvas cot, placed in the back of the store, vacant except for a few rolls of carpeting, matting and oil cloth on sale by the sisters, stood not far from the large coal heater in which fire was kept during the day, making the room warm and dry when I came in at night.
When he went cautiously up the staircase he carried his damp overcoat with him, and hung it in company with the tartan muffler close to the heater in the upper hall. Then he laid on his bedside table a package of papers and photographs. After he had undressed, he dropped heavily into bed, exhausted, but elate. "I'm dog-tired," he said, "but I guess I've got it going."
The floors were wood, the walls smoothly plastered and the general appearance, inside and outside, attractive. In addition to the inside latrines, an outside latrine with five seats and a urinal was built by our men. This latrine contained a heater.
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