"I have had a narrow escape! A thump, and down I went, sprawling.

I saved myself I don't know how, for I was all but over the side.

Those ice ledges, you know, slip through one's fingers like water.

I called out to the bird, 'Can't you even look before you, you fool ?' But what was the good of that?
The big blunderer did not even beg my pardon!" In the afternoon of the same day our ears were assailed by a hideous braying from below.

Hurliguerly remarked that as there were no asses to treat us to the concert, it must be given by penguins.