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had another ague attack. Fast asleep, he was shaking 

 all over, his teeth chattering like castanets. I knew he 

 was dead-tired, so concluded that he had better sleep a 

 little longer. I threw over him a thin coat I had — the 

 only thing I could spare — packed him all round with moss, 

 and climbed the hill for a walk. I collected a few flowers 

 and lichens, and returned, for there was no chance of a 

 view. 



At 2.30 a.m., on waking up, I found not only that my 

 moustache and beard were solid, so that I could not open 

 my mouth, but that my eyes were also sealed by ice. 

 After a somewhat painful operation I managed to get 

 them open. The fog had cleared a little, and again I 

 went for a walk. 



Traversing the sandy causeway, I made for a high 

 point, but was brought up sharp by a ravine which seemed 

 impassable. 



But as the fog lifted here and there, I could make out 

 that our hill was just an isolated rise, and that in front 

 of us lay a vast plain which we should have to cross. 



Poor old Sailor, who had hitherto been tolerably inde- 

 pendent and regardless of cold (for he is the hardest 

 dog, I think, that I have ever seen), was fairly beaten 

 this time. He crept close up to us for warmth.. Hyland, 

 too, made a grand discovery. It was this, viz., that 

 your extra socks are a very fair substitute for gloves. 

 It seems extraordinary that one had not thought of this 

 before ; for our hands had often been exceedingly cold. 



