Then Borup slipped and went in to the waist, but he was out again as quickly.
Meanwhile the ice had separated about the _Roosevelt_, leaving a wide lane of water between her and the men; but by running the ship against one of the larger floes, we enabled them to clamber aboard.

They lost no time in exchanging their wet garments for dry ones, and in a few minutes they were all laughing and recounting their exploits to an interested--and possibly amused--group of listeners.
A man who could not laugh at a wetting or take as a matter of course a dangerous passage over moving ice, would not be a man for a serious arctic expedition.

It was with a feeling of intense satisfaction that I watched these three men, MacMillan, Borup, and Dr.Goodsell, my arctic "tenderfeet," as I called them, proving the mettle of which they were made.
I had selected these three men from among a host of applicants for membership in the expedition, because of the special fitness of each one.

Dr.Goodsell was a solid, sturdy, self-made physician of Pennsylvania stock.

His specialism in microscopy I trusted might give valuable results in a field not hitherto investigated in the North.