The insides of our thighs were rubbed raw, and the one tube of Hazeline cream in our medicine-chest did not go far in alleviating our pain, which was increased by the bite of the salt water.

We thought at the time that we never slept.

The fact was that we would doze off uncomfortably, to be aroused quickly by some new ache or another call to effort.

My own share of the general unpleasantness was accentuated by a finely developed bout of sciatica.

I had become possessor of this originally on the floe several months earlier.
Our meals were regular in spite of the gales.