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 about their noses, which I have never known them to 

 do before. The air was as keen and bitter as steel." — Peary. 



"... during which the furious wind kept us enveloped in driving snow." 

 — Peary. 



"The wind cuts through the warmest clothes." — Fiala. 



"All sense of direction is lost in an arctic storm. The flying snow and 

 drift are like a sand blast and blind anyone exposed to their fury." — Fiala. 



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Figure 6-1. — Hunters return with crab eater seal. 



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