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Show 131 Quicksilver: Kerosene: Jamaica Ginger Extract: Perry Davis Painkiller: Hudson Bay Rum: -U0 °F -50 °F -60 °F -75 °F -80 °F "The Perry Davis froze," Caribou muttered as he shuffled back to bed in his red flannels. "Don't get out of bed." "Wasn't j u s t Davis," I squeaked, shrinking down in ray covers, My breath was white on the a i r. Caribou grabbed a fur robe from a bench and piled i t on top of Tip. "The Arctic i s no place for a princess," he mumbled. Then he pulled a blanket from his bunk and spread i t over me. "Keep your blanket," I said. "I don't need i t ." "Yes, but I'm too hot," he said, pulling his overalls on over his red flannels. He was acting a l o t like my pa. The night the Hudson Bay Rum froze, I woke up to the noise of sawing wood. I gasped for breath and discovered I was making the noise. With each d i f f i c u l t breath, a pain shot through ray chest. Tip leaned over her bunk. "What's the matter?" she asked sleepily. "My-my lungs are frozen," I gasped. |