At four o'clock in the morning everybody in the tent was still asleep, exhausted by
the terrible march of the previous day. The hummocky ice and pressure-ridges
that Bennett had foreseen had at last been met with, and, though camp had been
broken at six o'clock and though men and dogs had hauled and tugged and
wrestled with the heavy sledges until five o'clock in the after noon, only a mile and
a half had been covered. But though the progress was slow, it was yet progress.
It was not the harrowing, heart-breaking immobility of those long months aboard
the Freja. Every yard to the southward, though won at the expense of a battle
with the ice, brought them nearer to Wrangel Island and ultimate safety.