Every surge of the sea was an enemy to be watched and circumvented.

We ate our scanty meals, treated our frost-bites, and hoped for the improved conditions that the morrow might bring.

Night fell early, and in the lagging hours of darkness we were cheered by a change for the better in the weather.

The wind dropped, the snow-squalls became less frequent, and the sea moderated.

When the morning of the seventh day dawned there was not much wind.