Some pieces of ice were driven right up to the canvas wall at the front of our cave.

Fragments lodged within two feet of Vincent, who had the lowest sleeping-place, and within four feet of our fire.

Crean and McCarthy had brought down six more of the young albatrosses in the afternoon, so we were well supplied with fresh food.
The air temperature that night probably was not lower than 38ｰ or 40ｰ Fahr., and we were rendered uncomfortable in our cramped sleeping quarters by the unaccustomed warmth.

Our feelings towards our neighbours underwent a change.

When the temperature was below 20ｰ Fahr, we could not get too close to one another--every man wanted to cuddle against his neighbour; but let the temperature rise a few degrees and the warmth of another man's body ceased to be a blessing.
The ice and the waves had a voice of menace that night, but I heard it only in my dreams.
The bay was still filled with ice on the morning of Saturday, May 13, but the tide took it all away in the afternoon.