Joyce, who had wakened up, suggested methylated spirit, so I damped some cotton-wool, then placed it in the tooth, with the result that I burnt the inside of my mouth.

All this time my fingers, being exposed (it must have been at least 50ｰ below zero), were continually having to be brought back.
After putting on the methylated spirit I went back to the bag, which, of course, was frozen stiff.

I wriggled and moaned till morning brought relief by enabling me to turn out.

Joyce and Wild both had a bad night, their feet giving them trouble.

My feet do not affect me so much as theirs.