"Keep yer mouth shut for fear your teeth freeze." "Can't ye lead us a better road ?" shouted Saunders, who rode on the third sledge; "my bones are rattlin' about inside o' me like a bag o' ninepins." "Give the dogs a cut, old fellow," said Buzzby, with a chuckle and a motion of his arm to the Esquimau who drove his sledge.
The Esquimau did not understand the words, but he quite understood the sly chuckle and the motion of the arm, so he sent the lash of the heavy whip with a loud crack over the backs of the team.
"Hold on for life!" cried Davie, as the dogs sprang forward with a bound.
The part they were about to pass over was exceedingly rough and broken, and Buzzby resolved to give his shipmates a shake.

The pace was tremendous.

The powerful dogs drew their loads after them with successive bounds, which caused a succession of crashes, as the sledges sprang from lump to lump of ice, and the men's teeth snapped in a truly savage manner.
"B-a-ck ye-r t-to-p-sails, will ye ?" shouted Amos Parr.
But the delighted Esquimau leader, who entered quite into the joke, had no intention whatever of backing his top-sails; he administered another crack to the team, which yelled madly, and, bounding over a wide chasm in the ice, came down with a crash, which snapped the line of the leading dog and set it free.

Here Buzzby caused the driver to pull up.
"Stop, ye varmint.

Come to an anchor," said he.