| "On the 29th Bell shot a fox, and Altamont a medium-sized musk-ox." |
"Let us not be afraid to eat it," he used to say; "a good dinner is a good thing in these expeditions."
"Especially," said Johnson, "when it depends on a better or worse shot."
"You are right, Johnson," replied the doctor; "one thinks less of one's food when one gets a regular supply from the kitchen."
The 30th, the country became unexpectedly rugged, as if it had been upheaved by some volcanic commotion; the cones and peaks increased indefinitely in number, and were very high. A southeast breeze began to blow with violence, and soon became a real hurricane. It rushed across the snow-covered rocks, among the ice-mountains, which, although on the firm land, took the form of hummocks and icebergs; their presence on these lofty plateaus could not be explained even by the doctor, who had an explanation for almost everything. Warm, damp weather succeeded the tempest; it was a genuine thaw; on all sides resounded the cracking of the ice amid the roar of the avalanches.
| "The masses of ice took the forms of hummocks and icebergs." |