I do not think I had ever before felt the anxiety that belongs leadership quite so keenly.

When I looked down at the camp to rest my eyes from the strain of watching the wide white expanse broken by that one black ribbon of open water, I could see that my companions were waiting with more than ordinary interest to learn what I thought about it all.
After one particularly heavy collision somebody shouted sharply, "She has cracked in the middle." I jumped off the look-out station and ran to the place the men were examining.

There was a crack, but investigation showed it to be a mere surface break in the snow with no indication of a split in the berg itself.

The carpenter mentioned calmly that earlier in the day he had actually gone adrift on a fragment of ice.

He was standing near the edge of our camping-ground when the ice under his feet parted from the parent mass.