That was all of tangible things; but in memories we were rich.

We had pierced the veneer of outside things.

We had "suffered, starved, and triumphed, grovelled down yet grasped at glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the whole." We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders.

We had reached the naked soul of man.
Shivering with cold, yet with hearts light and happy, we set off towards the whaling-station, now not more than a mile and a half distant.

The difficulties of the journey lay behind us.