Reindeer hairs rain down incessantly day and night, with every movement that they make in their moulting bags.
These, with penguin feathers and a little grit from the floor, occasionally savour the hooshes.

Thank heaven man is an adaptable brute! If we dwell sufficiently long in this hut, we are likely to alter our method of walking, for our ceiling, which is but four feet six inches high at its highest part, compels us to walk bent double or on all fours.
"Our doorway--Cheetham is just crawling in now, bringing a shower of snow with him--was originally a tent entrance.

When one wishes to go out, one unties the cord securing the door, and crawls or wriggles out, at the same time exclaiming 'Thank goodness I'm in the open air!' This should suffice to describe the atmosphere inside the hut, only pleasant when charged with the overpowering yet appetizing smell of burning penguin steaks.
"From all parts there dangles an odd collection of blubbery garments, hung up to dry, through which one crawls, much as a chicken in an incubator.

Our walls of tent-canvas admit as much light as might be expected from a closed Venetian blind.

It is astonishing how we have grown accustomed to inconveniences, and tolerate, at least, habits which a little time back were regarded with repugnance.