This caused additional delay; after which they continued to crawl forward at a snail's pace.

Some of the men who had remained with Mr.Hunt now became impatient of these incumbrances, and urged him clamorously to push forward, crying out that they should all starve.

The night which succeeded was intensely cold, so that one of the men was severely frost-bitten.

In the course of the night, Mr.Crooks was taken ill, and in the morning was still more incompetent to travel.

Their situation was now desperate, for their stock of provisions was reduced to three beaver skins.