The officers retained much of their wonted health and vigour, partly in consequence, no doubt, of their unwearied exertions in behalf of others.

They changed places with the men at last, owing to the force of circumstances--ministering to their wants, drawing water, fetching fuel, and cooking their food--carrying out, in short, the divine command, "By love serve one another." During the worst period of their distress a party was formed to go out upon the floes in search of walruses.
"If we don't get speedy relief," remarked Captain Guy to Tom Singleton in reference to this party, "some of us will die.

I feel certain of that.

Poor Buzzby seems on his last legs, and Mivins is reduced to a shadow." The doctor was silent, for the captain's remark was too true.
"You must get up your party at once, and set off after breakfast, Mr.
Bolton," he added, turning to the first mate.

"Who can accompany you ?" "There's Peter Grim, sir; he's tough yet, and not much affected by scurvy.