noon
So all Mallory and I could do was to let the fellows take their way . We packed the game in the stone mound , and piled stones and brushwood against its entrance and smoke-hole ; and then with our guns , and the jug of what was left of the coffee on a sling between us , we started on our way . That day 's journey is a distressing remembrance . Despite the cold , we advanced briskly enough until noon . Then the wind grew stronger , whilst we got weak from the exposure . The cold increased . A numbness of mind and body was creeping over us , and our limbs were heavy to move .