Grey had no knowledge of the wilds, and Donaldson and Bertrand could not handle the news as it should be handled, in the unlikely event of their getting through alive.

No, there were no two ways of it.

I must make the effort, though in that leaden hour of weariness and cold it seemed as if my death-knell were ringing.
Morn showed a grey world, strewn with the havoc of the storm.

The eagles were already busy among the dead horses, and our first job was to bury the poor beasts.

Just outside the stockade we dug as best we could a shallow trench, while the muskets of the others kept watch over us.