You know the saying, "it's like riding a bike" well when they got back into the boat after being on ice for so long, it was like riding a bike. "The sound of their voices chanting, 'stroke...stroke...stroke...' mingled with the cries of the birds overhead and the surge of the swell through the pack" (141). Their spirits were lifted and ready for the challenge of returning home. It was a second wind of sorts. This piece here FORESHADOWS something good to come for the group.
"They were in the boats...actually in the boats, and that was all that mattered. They thought neither of Patience Camp nor of an hour hence. There was only the present, and that meant row...get away...escape" (141). There was now a goal. When there was no hope, no way out, getting in the boat was like a way out. It changed the mood of the novel.
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