[Macfarlane and his climbing companions are pitching camp for the night close to the Knud Rasmussen glacier]

It takes half an hour to clear space for the tents, shovelling dust and moving stones.  Bill, Helen M and I sing as we work.  Bill’s rich voice spills over the glacier as the sun sets, keeping our spirits up.  Then we pitch the tents, and lash them down with rocks and cord in anticipation of the night’s wind.  Rock dust covers our hands and faces.