The poor hunters were half frozen, and so worn out that they could hardly drag their limbs along; but the stoves were roaring and crackling cheerily, and the big kitchen fire waiting to cook such game as might be brought in. Clawbonny donned his official apron again, and soon had his seal cutlets dressed and smoking on the table. By nine o'clock the whole party were enjoying a good supper, and Bell couldn't help exclaiming-- "Well, even at the risk of being taken for an Esquimaux, I must confess eating is the most important business if one has to winter in these regions. A good meal isn't to be sneezed at." They all had their mouths crammed too full to speak, but the Doctor signified his agreement with Bell's views by an approving nod. The cutlets were pronounced first-rate, and it seemed as if they were, for they were all eaten, to the very last morsel. For dessert they had coffee, which the Doctor brewed himself in a French coffee-pot over spirits-of-wine. He never allowed anybody but himself to concoct this precious beverage; for he made a point of serving it boiling hot, always declaring it was not fit to drink unless it burnt his tongue. This evening he took it so scalding that Altamont exclaimed-- [Illustration: ] "You'll skin your throat!" "Not a bit of it," was the Doctor's reply. "Then your palate must be copper-sheathed," said Johnson. "Not at all, friends. I advise you to copy my example. Many persons, and I am one, can drink coffee at a temperature of 131 deg." "131 deg.?" said Altamont; "why, that is hotter than the hand could bear!" "Of course it is, Altamont, for the hand could not bear more than 122 deg., but the palate and tongue are less sensitive." "You surprise me." "Well, I will convince you it is fact," returned Clawbonny, and taking up a thermometer, he plunged it into the steaming coffee. He waited till the mercury rose as high as 131 deg. and then withdrew it, and swallowed the liquid with evident gusto. Bell tried to follow his example, but burnt his mouth severely. "You are not used to it," said the Doctor, coolly. "Can you tell us, Clawbonny," asked Altamont, "what is the highest temperature that the human body can bear." "Yes, several curious experiments have been made in that respect. I remember reading of some servant girls, in the town of Rochefoucauld, in France, who could stay ten minutes in a baker's large oven when the temperature was 300 deg., while potatoes and meat were cooking all round them." "What girls!" exclaimed Altamont. "Well, there is another case, where eight of our own countrymen-- Fordyce, Banks, Solander, Blagdin, Home, Nooth, Lord Seaforth, and Captain Phillips--went into one as hot as 200 deg., where eggs and beef were frizzling." "And they were Englishmen!" said Bell, with a touch of national pride. "Oh, the Americans could have done better than that," said Altamont.