They soon recovered though.

Our beds were just shake-downs on cushions and settees, though the officer on watch very generously gave up his bunk to two of us.

I think we got very little sleep that night.

It was just heavenly to lie and listen to the throb of the engines, instead of to the crack of the breaking floe, the beat of the surf on the ice-strewn shore, or the howling of the blizzard.
"We intend to keep August 30 as a festival for the rest of our lives." You readers can imagine my feelings as I stood in the little cabin watching my rescued comrades feeding..