These were lighted and burned with a smoky, yellow flame.
When the wicks were burning well a snow knife was stuck into the wall of the snow house over each lamp, and upon these knives kettles were suspended and filled with snow taken from the wall of the _igloo_.

One 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.