This delayed us a little, but as soon as we struck the level old floes we tried to make up for lost time.

As the daylight was now continuous we could travel as long as we pleased and sleep as little as we must.

We hustled along for ten hours again, as we had before, making only twenty miles, because of the early delay with the pickaxes and another brief delay at a narrow lead.

We were now half-way to the 89th parallel, and I had been obliged to take up another hole in my belt.
Some gigantic rafters were seen during this march, but they were not in our path.

All day long we had heard the ice grinding and groaning on all sides of us, but no motion was visible to our eyes.