After a little while Agnew came back.
"More," said he, "do you remember any of the burial-service ?" I understood his meaning at once.
"Yes," I said, "some of it--a good deal of it, I think." "That's good," said he.

"Let's put the poor fellow under ground." "It would be hard to do that," I said; "we'll have to bury him in the snow." At this Agnew went off for a little distance and clambered over the rocks.

He was not gone long.

When he returned he said, "I've found some crumbled pumice-stone; we can scoop a grave for him there." We then raised the body and carried it to the place which Agnew had found.

So emaciated was the poor dead sailor that his remains were no heavier than a small boy.