William H. Gilder, Schwatka's Search: Sledging in the Arctic in Quest of the Franklin Records
“ The seal was our beef and the walrus our mutton in this long journey.Seal-hunting varies with the time of the year and the nature of the ice, for the seals are seldom killed except upon or through the ice. In the warm, still days of spring they come up through their blow-holes in the ice and enjoy a roll in the snow or a quiet nap in the sun. Then they are killed with comparative case. The hunter gets as close as possible upon the smooth ice without alarming his prey, the distance varying from four hundred to one hundred yards. ”
