The dog went on bravely, scrambling over, floundering through, and sometimes swimming; but when she had gained the farthest point reached by them, she sat down helplessly.

Later on, she cut back to the shore at a tangent, landing on the deserted island above; and an hour afterwards trotted into camp minus the grub-pack.

Then the two dogs, hovering just out of range, compromised matters by devouring each other's burdens; after which the attempt was given over and they were called in.
During the afternoon the noise increased in frequency, and by nightfall was continuous, but by morning it had ceased utterly.

The river had risen eight feet, and in many places was running over its crust.

Much crackling and splitting were going on, and fissures leaping into life and multiplying in all directions.
"The under-tow ice has jammed below among the islands," Jacob Welse explained.