Who d'ye think might go ?" "I'll go myself, sir." "Very good; and who else, think 'ee?
Amos Parr seems freshest." "I think Tom Green's the man wot can do it.

I seed him capsize Davie Summers jist now in the snow; an' when a man can skylark, I always know he's got lots o' wind in 'im." "Very good.

Then go, Buzzby, and order him to get ready, and look sharp about it." "Ay, ay, sir," cried Buzzby, as he turned to prepare Green for the march.
In pursuance of this plan, an hour afterwards Saunders and his two followers left the camp with their sleeping-bags and a day's provisions on their shoulders, having instructed the men to follow with the sledge at the end of five hours, which period was deemed sufficient time for rest and refreshment.
For two hours the trio plodded silently onward over the ice-belt by the light of a clear, starry sky.

At the end of that time clouds began to gather to the westward, rendering the way less distinct, but still leaving sufficient light to render travelling tolerably easy.

Then they came to a part of the coast where the ice-belt clung close to a line of perpendicular cliffs of about three miles in extent.