Those of us who were comparatively fit had to wait until the weaker members of the party had been supplied; but every man had his pannikin of hot milk in the end, and never did anything taste better.

Seal steak and blubber followed, for the seals that had been careless enough to await our arrival on the beach had already given up their lives.

There was no rest for the cook.

The blubber-stove flared and spluttered fiercely as he cooked, not one meal, but many meals, which merged into a day-long bout of eating.

We drank water and ate seal meat until every man had reached the limit of his capacity.
The tents were pitched with oars for supports, and by 3 p.m.our camp was in order.