She compromised, however, by taking upon herself the lighter labours of cooking and gathering driftwood and moss for our winter's supply.
The hut's walls rose without difficulty, and everything went smoothly until the problem of the roof confronted me.

Of what use the four walls without a roof?
And of what could a roof be made?
There were the spare oars, very true.

They would serve as roof-beams; but with what was I to cover them?
Moss would never do.

Tundra grass was impracticable.

We needed the sail for the boat, and the tarpaulin had begun to leak.
"Winters used walrus skins on his hut," I said.
"There are the seals," she suggested.
So next day the hunting began.