The little vessel was unloaded, and the sledge put together again. All the parts were in good condition, so the next day the dogs were harnessed, and they started off along the coast to reach the ice-field; but Altamont's opinion proved right. They could not get through Jones' Sound, and were obliged to follow the coast to Lincoln. At last, on the 24th, they set foot on North Devon. "Now," said Clawbonny, "we have only to cross this, and get to Cape Warender at the entrance to Lancaster Sound." But the weather became frightful, and very cold. The snow-storms and tempests returned with winter violence, and the travellers felt too weak to contend with them. Their stock of provisions was almost exhausted, and rations had to be reduced now to a third, that the dogs might have food enough to keep them in working condition. The nature of the ground added greatly to the fatigue. North Devon is extremely wild and rugged, and the path across the Trauter mountains is through difficult gorges. The whole party--men, and dogs, and sledge alike--were frequently forced to stop, for they could not struggle on against the fury of the elements. More than once despair crept over the brave little band, hardy as they were, and used to Polar sufferings. Though scarcely aware of it themselves, they were completely worn out, physically and mentally. It was not till the 30th of August that they emerged from these wild mountains into a plain, which seemed to have been upturned and convulsed by volcanic action at some distant period. Here it was absolutely necessary to take a few days' rest, for the travellers could not drag one foot after the other, and two of the dogs had died from exhaustion. None of the party felt equal to put up the tent, so they took shelter behind an iceberg. Provisions were now so reduced, that, notwithstanding their scanty rations, there was only enough left for one week. Starvation stared the poor fellows in the face. [Illustration: "Dead, frozen----"--P.262] Altamont, who had displayed great unselfishness and devotion to the others, roused his sinking energies, and determined to go out and find food for his comrades. He took his gun, called Duk, and went off almost unnoticed by the rest. He had been absent about an hour, and only once during that time had they heard the report of his gun; and now he was coming back empty-handed, but running as if terrified. "What is the matter?" asked the Doctor. "Down there, under the snow!" said Altamont, speaking as if scared, and pointing in a particular direction. "What?" "A whole party of men!" "Alive?" "Dead--frozen--and even--" He did not finish the sentence, but a look of unspeakable horror came over his face. The Doctor and the others were so roused by this incident, that they managed to get up and drag themselves after Altamont towards the place he indicated.