eight o'clock
` I have never seen such a road . Artisarlook went ahead to try and pick out the way , if indeed it could be called a way , which was nothing but blocks of ice heaped in confusion and disorder . I stayed behind to manage the heavy sled which was continually capsizing in the rough ice . By eight o'clock I was done out and quite willing to camp . But this time Artisarlook would not stop . It was too cold to camp on the ice without shelter or wood -- the ice we were on was in danger of breaking away from the bluffs at any minute , and then it might be the end of us . We must get on beyond the line of bluffs before stopping . ''