a round of the camp and found the ponies
suffering terribly and the dogs badly hit. The storm was telling on the
men too, for some of them were down with dysentery, and the toes of one
poor chap were black from frostbite.

I was fit enough myself, thank God, but suffering from want of sleep or
rather from a restless feeling which broken sleep brought with it.

The real truth is that never since I sailed had I been able to shake off
the backward thought that I ought not to have left my dear one behind
me. In active work, like the gale, I could dismiss the idea of her
danger; but now that I had nothing to do but to lie like a log in a
sleeping-bag, I suffered terribly from my recollection of her
self-sacrifice and my fear of the consequences that might come of it.

This was not so bad in the daytime, for even in the midst of the
whirling snow and roaring wind I had only to close my eyes, and I could
see her as she came up the road in the sunshine that Sunday morning when
she was returning from church in her drooping hat and fluttering veil,
or as she looked at me with her great "seeing eyes" at the last moment
of all when she compelled me to come away.

But the night was the devil. No sooner did I drop off to sleep than I
awoke with a start at the sound of her voice calling me by my name.

"Martin! Martin!"

It was always a voice of distress, and though I am no dreamer and I
think no crank, I could not get away from the idea that she was crying
to me to come back.

That was about the one thing in the world that was impossible to me now,
and yet I knew that getting assurance from somewhere that my dear one
was being cared for was the only way to set my mind at rest for the job
that was before me.

It may seem ridiculous that I should have thought of that, but everybody
who has ever been with Nature in her mighty solitudes, aloof from the
tides of life, knows that the soul of man is susceptible down there to
signs which would seem childish amid the noise and bustle of the world.

It was like that with me.

I shared my tent with O'Sullivan, the chief of our scientific staff, and
Treacle, who thought it his duty to take care of me, though the work was
generally the other way about.

The old salt had been badly battered, and I had not liked the way he had
been mumbling about "mother," which is not a good sign in a stalwart
chap when his strength is getting low.

So while buttoning up the tent on the night after