Slowly but surely the sea is freezing over.
Great God! This is an awful place.
Certainly dog driving is the most terrible work one has to face in this sort of business.
As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.
The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.
But we have been to the Pole and we shall die like gentlemen. I regret only for the women we leave behind.