I knew that I should see him again at the ship.

My work was still ahead, not in the rear.

Bartlett had been invaluable to me, and circumstances had thrust upon him the brunt of the pioneering instead of its being divided among several, as I had originally planned.
Though he was naturally disappointed at not having reached the 88th parallel, he had every reason to be proud, not only of his work in general, but that he had surpassed the Italian record by a degree and a quarter.

I had given him the post of honor in command of my last supporting party for three reasons: first, because of his magnificent handling of the _Roosevelt_; second, because he had cheerfully and gladly stood between me and every possible minor annoyance from the start of the expedition to that day; third, because it seemed to me right that, in view of the noble work of Great Britain in arctic exploration, a British subject should, next to an American, be able to say that he had stood nearest the North Pole.
With the departure of Bartlett, the main party now consisted of my own division and Henson's.

My men were Egingwah and Seegloo; Henson's men were Ootah and Ooqueah.