It was a strange sight--that illuminated race-course within seven and a half degrees of the earth's end.
The first race was for Eskimo children, the second for Eskimo men, the third for Eskimo matrons with babies in their hoods, the fourth for unencumbered women.

There were four entries for the matrons' race, and no one could have guessed from watching them that it was a running race.
They came along four abreast, dressed in furs, their eyes rolling, puffing like four excited walruses, the babies in their hoods gazing with wide and half-bewildered eyes at the glittering lanterns.

There was no question of cruelty to children, as the mothers were not moving fast enough to spill their babies.

Then there were races for the ship's men and the members of the expedition, and a tug of war between the men aft and forward.
Nature herself participated in our Christmas celebrations by providing an aurora of considerable brilliancy.

While the races on the ice-foot were in progress, the northern sky was filled with streamers and lances of pale white light.