“I determined to wait for daylight, and then endeavor to reach the shore on cakes of ice.  The attempt would be full of danger, but there was nothing else to be done.  Reluctantly I proposed abandoning the dogs, but my companions appealed to me to keep them with us, as they had already saved our lives, and it would be the basest ingratitude to desert them.  I did not require a second appeal, and promised that whatever we did, the dogs should go with us if possible.

“Imagine the horror of that night!  We divided the little food that remained, men and dogs sharing alike, and tried to rest upon the ice.  We had no means of making a fire, our clothing was soaked with water, and, during the night, the wind shifted suddenly to the northward and became cold.  I was lying down, and fell asleep from utter exhaustion; though the cold was severe, I did not think it dangerous, and felt quite unable to exercise to keep warm.  The Yakuts, with Nicolai, huddled among the dogs, and were less wearied than I. When they shouted to me at daybreak, I slowly opened my eyes, and found that I could not move.  I was frozen fast to the ice!

“Had I been alone there would have been no escape.  My companions came to my relief, but it was with much difficulty that they freed me from my unpleasant situation.  When we looked about, we found that our circumstances had greatly changed during the night.  The wind had ceased, and the frost had formed fresh ice over the space where there was open water the day before.  It was out of the question to ferry to land, and our only hope lay in driving the sledges over the new ice.  I ordered the teams to be made ready, and to keep several hundred yards apart, so as to make as little weight as possible on one spot.  I took one sledge, Nicolai another, and the Yakuts the third.  Our fourth sledge was lost at the time of our accident the day before.

[Illustration:  THE TEAM.]

“Our plan was to drive at full speed, to lessen the danger of breaking through.  Once through the ice, there would have been no hope for us.  We urged the dogs forward with loud cries, and they responded to our wishes by exerting all their strength.  We went forward at a gallop.  I reached the shore in safety, and so did Nicolai, but not so the poor Yakuts.

“When within a mile of the land I heard a cry.  I well knew what it meant, but I could give no assistance, as a moment’s pause would have seen me breaking through our frail support.  I did not even dare to look around, but continued shouting to the dogs to carry them to land.  Once there, I wiped the perspiration from my face, and ventured to look over the track where I came.

“The weight of the two men upon one sledge had crushed the ice, and men, dogs and sledge had fallen into the water.  Unable to serve them in the least, we watched till their struggles were ended, and then turned sorrowfully away.  The ice closed over them, and the bed of the Arctic Ocean became their grave.”