Two distinct efforts were made at this time to entertain him.
O'Shea made an expedition to the island of the picture rocks, and, in rough kindliness, insisted upon taking Caius with him, not to see the rocks--O'Shea thought little of them.

They had an exciting journey, rowing between the ice-floes in the bay, carrying their boat over one ice fragment and then another, launching it each time into a sea of dangers.

They spent a couple of days entertained by the chief man of this island, and came back again at the same delightful jeopardy of their lives.
After this Mr.Pembroke took Caius home with him, driving again over the sand-dune, upon which, now that the drifts had almost melted, a road could be made.

All winter the dunes had been absolutely deserted, impassable by reason of the depth of snow.

It would seem that even the devil himself must have left their valleys at this time, or have hibernated.