The light air which had blown from the south during the first few hours of the march veered to the east and grew keener as the hours wore on.
I had not dared to hope for such progress as we were making.

Still the biting cold would have been impossible to face by anyone not fortified by an inflexible purpose.

The bitter wind burned our faces so that they cracked, and long after we got into camp each day they pained us so that we could hardly go to sleep.

The Eskimos complained much, and at every camp fixed their fur clothing about their faces, waists, knees, and wrists.

They also complained of their noses, which I had never known them to do before.