As we ooze in this small dark apparatus sector in that of the showers by your heart a pressing circulation the small furnace of pot which burned oily rags and coal.

Like Winterblizzarde to roast and Whalingflotte put in the at-rest state, in bay protected from Leigh of port, surely 10 coast attached to coast. Those whalers at their stations, as from hall with hall suit them, carry small bags to coal with them, and little of with an iron furnace.

CHORAL SOCIETY.

The man of Paddy firemen worked with me on the rigid and cold apparatus. With the truth he was a foreigner - there is not a lie which it did not declare. And it spoke in praise of its gold mine, and all the hearts it became bonny direction gained and its of shone Juste of environment like a ray of the sun.

CHORAL SOCIETY.

We worked seven week days, with the cold hands and the frozen feet. Days and only land-marks of the nights, Grog form and of the fights, fish of salt and Walfleischwurst, fresh Penguineier trailed one have, Festlichkeit and us, to work each day by the crane eisige and the rain of snow.

CHORAL SOCIETY.

Then, during one day we saw the sun and the ships of treatment and fishings which are of Rueckhol. If you meet your old friends, you sing a song; if you hope that the season is not enough, homeward the border is when it rueber sound; we leave these Cove eisigen, I always recall but me this little of iron furnace.

CHORAL SOCIETY.