I don't suppose it would be possible for us to winter here: we should freeze to death in spite of every thing we could do.

The cold is awfully intense through the winter months.

Not even the Esquimaux try to winter on the straits here.

Besides, it's about time for the sea-fowl to fly southward.

We can't live after they're gone." "But only think of a sixty-days' tramp over these barren mountains! Our boots wouldn't last a hundred miles! Our socks are worn through now!" "Have to make moccasons." "We never should get through alive.