Of course, such minor incidents as frosted and bleeding cheeks and noses we reckon as part of the great game.

Frosted heels and toes are far more serious, because they lessen a man's ability to travel, and traveling is what we are there for.

Mere pain and inconvenience are inevitable, but, on the whole, inconsiderable.
This march was by far the hardest for some days.

At first there was a continuation of the broken and raftered ice, sharp and jagged, that at times seemed almost to cut through our sealskin kamiks and hareskin stockings, to pierce our feet.

Then we struck heavy rubble ice covered with deep snow, through which we had literally to plow our way, lifting and steadying the sledges until our muscles ached.
During the day we saw the tracks of two foxes in this remote and icy wilderness, nearly two hundred and forty nautical miles beyond the northern coast of Grant Land.
Finally we came upon Bartlett's camp in a maze of small pieces of very heavy old floes raftered in every direction.