Ch they felt would too probably prove the tomb of their companions.

[Gurwell Gusewelle]

Ow-hut as well as
their blindness would allow them, and then lying down within it to
die. "What! and let the poor lad who has still got his eyesight perish
with us?" exclaimed Andrew. "Shame on you, mate. I did not think to
hear such words come from your lips. No, no, while we have life its
our duty to go on, and if its God's
will that we should
die, let us die doing our duty. If He pleases He can send us help and
restore our eyesight, and He has shown us pretty clearly
that we must lean on Him and Him alone." Thus rebuked, the honest
carpenter
did not allow another repining word to escape him. There

was but little wind, and the air felt warm and pleasant. Reaching a
small iceberg they all sat down, placed by Archy on a ledge under its
shelter to rest. He unpacked their wallets, and helped them to their
food. By Andrew's direction, also with the carpenter's axe, he chopped
off a thin layer of ice from the
berg. From this, when held up in the direct rays of the sun, water
dropped into their saucepan
sufficiently fast to quench the thirst from which

they had before been suffering. They were not aware that
they might greatly have relieved the pain in their eyes by bathing
them with the cold water. Revived by their meal they again proceeded
as before, yet what could they expect
at the end of their day's journey? Could they hope to live through the
night in an ill-built snow-hut without fire, might it not too probably
become

their tomb? Mile after mile was passed over, and still came the same
answer from Archy to their
constant inquiries. Night was approaching,--Andrew urged them to push
on rather than stop, as long as they had strength to move. "If you
wish, I will go on," said Archy, "or, I think, with your help I could
build a snow-hut and we could keep warm enough inside it without a
fire, I hope." "No, no, on, on," said Andrew. "We will stop in time
to build a hut before dark." So on again they went. Suddenly
Andrew felt the rope by which he was led slacken, when Archy cried
out, "Stop, I see something dark moving ahead."
"What is it, what is it, boy?" exclaimed the three men together. "It
seems to me like a seal," answered Archy. "But no--I don't think
a seal would move in that way,--Hurrah! it is a man,--he has risen to
his feet,--
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