Don't let us lose a moment.

Where is the bundle we sent down before us ?" I then remembered that we had searched for it in vain the evening before.

My uncle questioned Hans, who, after having examined attentively with the eye of a huntsman, replied: "_Der huppe!_" "Up there." And so it was.

The bundle had been caught by a projection a hundred feet above us.

Immediately the Icelander climbed up like a cat, and in a few minutes the package was in our possession.
"Now," said my uncle, "let us breakfast; but we must lay in a good stock, for we don't know how long we may have to go on." The biscuit and extract of meat were washed down with a draught of water mingled with a little gin.
Breakfast over, my uncle drew from his pocket a small notebook, intended for scientific observations.