As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.

With great care we might have a dog's chance, but no more.

I can imagine few things more trying to the patience than the long wasted days of waiting.

But we have been to the Pole and we shall die like gentlemen. I regret only for the women we leave behind.

Great God! This is an awful place.

To wait idly is the worst of conditions.

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