One side of this was still further extended by the sledge, relieved of its load and set on edge.
The precious provisions were placed inside the rude shelter, the sleeping bags covered its floor, and, when all was completed, Yim surveyed his work with great satisfaction.
"It is pretty good so far as it goes," admitted.

White, dubiously, "but I don't see how we are to get along without at least enough fire to boil a pot of tea, and of course we can't have a fire without wood." "That's so," agreed Cabot, shivering.
Yim only smiled knowingly as he groped among the miscellaneous articles piled at the back of the hut.

From them he finally drew forth a shallow soapstone bowl having one straight side about six inches long.
It was shaped something like a clam shell, and was a specimen of the world-famed Eskimo cooking lamp.

He also produced a bladder full of seal oil.
"Good enough!" cried Cabot.

"Yim has remembered to bring along his travelling cook stove." Setting the lamp in the most sheltered corner of the hut, Yim filled it with oil, and then, drawing forth a pouch that hung from his neck, he produced a wick made of sphagnum moss previously dried, rolled, and oiled.