The broken ice of the ridge ended east of the spot I approached and the pressure was seen only in a huge domed wave, the hollow of which on my left was surrounded with a countless number of seals--these lay about sleeping or apparently gambolling in the shallow water.

I imagine the old ice in this hollow has gone well under and that the seals have a pool above it which may be warmer on such a bright day.
It was evident that the ponies could be brought round by this route, and I returned to camp to hear that one of the ponies (Keohane's) had gone lame.

The Soldier took a gloomy view of the situation, but he is not an optimist.

It looks as though a tendon had been strained, but it is not at all certain.

Bowers' pony is also weak in the forelegs, but we knew this before: it is only a question of how long he will last.