The next thing to be done was to get the sledge right, up, and before we could manage that it had to be unloaded.  A man would have to go down on the rope, cast off the lashings of the cases, and attach them again for drawing up.  They all wanted this job, but Wisting had it; he fastened the Alpine rope round his body and went down.  Bjaaland and I took up our former positions, and acted as anchors; meanwhile Wisting reported what he saw down below.  The case with the cooker was hanging by its last thread; it was secured, and again saw the light of day.  Hassel and Hanssen attended to the hauling up of the cases, as Wisting had them ready.  These two fellows moved about on the brink of the chasm with a coolness that I regarded at first with approving eyes.  I admire courage and contempt for danger.  But the length to which they carried it at last was too much of a good thing; they were simply playing hide-and-seek with Fate.  Wisting’s information from below —­ that the cornice they were standing on was only a few inches thick —­ did not seem to have the slightest effect on them; on the contrary, they seemed to stand all the more securely.

“We’ve been lucky,” said Wisting; “this is the only place where the crevasse is narrow enough to put a sledge across.  If we had gone a little more to the left” —­ Hanssen looked eagerly in that direction —­ “none of us would have escaped.  There is no surface there; only a crust as thin as paper.  It doesn’t look very inviting down below, either; immense spikes of ice sticking up everywhere, which would spit you before you got very far down.”

This description was not attractive; it was well we had found “such a good place.”  Meanwhile Wisting had finished his work, and was hauled up.  When asked whether he was not glad to be on the surface again, he answered with a smile that “it was nice and warm down there.”  We then hauled the sledge up, and for the time being all was well.  “But,” said Hassel, “we must be careful going along here, because I was just on the point of going in when Hanssen and I were bringing up the sledge.”  He smiled as though at a happy memory.  Hassel had seen that it was best to be careful.  There was no need to look for crevasses; there was literally nothing else to be seen.

There could be no question of going farther into the trap, for we had long ago come to the conclusion that, in spite of our precautions, we had arrived at this ugly place.  We should have to look about for a place for the tent, but that was easier said than done.  There was no possibility of finding a place large enough for both the tent and the guy-ropes; the tent was set up on a small, apparently solid spot, and the guys stretched across crevasses in all directions.  We were beginning to be quite familiar with the place.  That crevasse ran there and there, and it had a side-fissure that went so and so —­ just like schoolboys learning a lesson.