It seemed as though we could never get warmed through.

For an hour or more we hovered about the stove.

The camp was as hot as an oven; I have no doubt that we kept the temperature at 110 deg.; and yet we were not warm.
"Put in more wood!" Addison or Thomas would exclaim.

"Cram that stove full again! Let's get warm!" We thought so little of ventilation that we shut the camp door tight and stopped every aperture that we could find.

We needed heat to counteract the effect of those long hours of cold and wind.
By the time we had eaten our supper and thawed out, we grew sleepy, and under all our bedclothing, curled up in the bunk.