He did not lack assistance--the neighbourhood of the blubber-stove had attractions for every member of the party; but he earned everybody's gratitude by his unflagging energy in preparing meals that to us at least were savoury and satisfying.
Frankly, we needed all the comfort that the hot food could give us.
The icy fingers of the gale searched every cranny of our beach and pushed relentlessly through our worn garments and tattered tents.

The snow, drifting from the glacier and falling from the skies, swathed us and our gear and set traps for our stumbling feet.

The rising sea beat against the rocks and shingle and tossed fragments of floe-ice within a few feet of our boats.

Once during the morning the sun shone through the racing clouds and we had a glimpse of blue sky; but the promise of fair weather was not redeemed.

The consoling feature of the situation was that our camp was safe.