The dog is almost human in its demand for living interest, yet fatally less than human in its inability to foresee.

But if we have been willing to give our lives to this enterprise, which is for the honour of our country, I appeal to our countrymen to see that those who depend on us are properly cared for.

Great God! This is an awful place.

Certainly dog driving is the most terrible work one has to face in this sort of business.

It seems a pity, but I do not think that I can write more. For God's sake look after our people.

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale, but surely, a great rich country like ours will see that those who are dependent on us are properly provided for.

The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.