But Miles is waiting and I must be off.

Don't worry if we are rather late back, for we must bring as much fish as we can." Mrs.Burton left the bread to take care of itself for a while, and, throwing a thick shawl round her shoulders, came out to see the start.

There was only one sledge to-day, but that was piled high with stores of various descriptions, from a barrel of flour to a roll of scarlet flannel, and from canned pineapple to a tin of kerosene.

This last was the light _de luxe_ in that part of the world, fish oil serving for all ordinary purposes of illumination.
Miles looked after the dogs, while Katherine sped on in front, an ice saw and two fish spears carried across her shoulder.

It was just the sort of morning when work was absolute joy, and toil became nothing but the zest of endeavour.