No bergs showed on our horizon, and we knew that we were clear of the ice-fields.

Each day brought its little round of troubles, but also compensation in the form of food and growing hope.

We felt that we were going to succeed.

The odds against us had been great, but we were winning through.

We still suffered severely from the cold, for, though the temperature was rising, our vitality was declining owing to shortage of food, exposure, and the necessity of maintaining our cramped positions day and night.