Night, as Mary Standish had always known night, was gone.

On the twentieth of June there were twenty hours of day, with a dim and beautiful twilight between the hours of eleven and one.

Sleep was no longer a matter of the rising and setting of the sun, but was regulated by the hands of the watch.

A world frozen to the core for seven months was bursting open like a great flower.
From Shelton, Alan and his companion visited the eighty or ninety people at Candle, and thence continued down the Keewalik River to Keewalik, on Kotzebue Sound.

A Lomen power-boat, run by Lapps, carried them to Choris Peninsula, where for a week Alan remained with Lomen and his huge herd of fifteen thousand reindeer.