284. THE WORLD OF ICE.

Arctic foxes, too, came about the ship sometimes in
great numbers, and proved an acceptable addition to
their fresh provisions; but at one period all these
sources failed, and the crew were reduced to the
utmost extremity, having nothing to eat except salt
provisions. Notwithstanding the cheering influence
of the sun, the spirits of the men fell as their bodily
energies failed. Nearly two-thirds of the ship’s com-
pany were confined to their berths. The officers re-
tained much. of their wonted health and vigour, partly
in consequence, no doubt, of their unwearied exertions
in behalf of others. They changed places with the
men at last, owing to the force of circumstances—
ministering to their wants, drawing water, fetching
fuel, and cooking their food
the divine command, “ By love serve one another.”

 

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During the worst period of their distress a party
was formed to go out upon the floes in search of
walruses.

“If we don’t get speedy relief,” remarked Captain
Guy to Tom Singleton in reference to this party,
“some of us will die. I feel certain of that. Poor
Buzzby seems on his last legs, and Mivins is reduced
to a shadow.”

The doctor was silent, for the captain’s remark was
too true.

“You must get up your party at once, and sct off
after breakfast, My. Bolton,” he added, turning to the
first mate. “ Who can accompany you ?”

“There’s Peter Grim, sir; he’s tough yet, and not