They don't have _igloos_ ever.

But I'm weak with hunger.
I've got to eat a biscuit before I do another thing." Together they dug away the snow and found the food bag, and from it extracted some sea biscuits, and each cut for himself a thick piece of the boiled fat pork, frozen as hard as pork will freeze, but nevertheless very palatable to the famished young castaways.

And crouching close together under the lee of the _komatik_ they munched in silence.
"If it wasn't for these big hummocks we'd be blown clear off the ice," said Bobby, finally.

"We've no idea how strong the wind is and how it sweeps over the level ice out there.

The dogs are wise to get under the drift so soon." They again fell into silence for a little while, when Jimmy remarked, sadly: "We'll never see home again, I suppose! There's no hope that I can see of getting off this floe.