In the evening we buried him by the others." These worthy souls, laid up with the agonies of scurvy, knew that in action was their only hope; they forced their limbs to labour, among ice and water, every day.

They set about the building of a boat, but the hard frozen wood had broken their axes, so they made shift with the pieces.

To fell a tree, it was first requisite to light in fire around it, and the carpenter could only labour with his wood over a fire, or else it was like stone under his tools.
Before the boat was made they buried the carpenter.

The captain exhorted them to put their trust in God; "His will be done.

If it be our fortune to end our days here, we are as near Heaven as in England.