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                             SOUTH!

                          THE STORY OF
                  SHACKLETON'S LAST EXPEDITION
                           1914-1917

                 BY SIR ERNEST SHACKLETON C.V.O.



                               TO

                           MY COMRADES

                  WHO FELL IN THE WHITE WARFARE
                    OF THE SOUTH AND ON THE
                      RED FIELDS OF FRANCE
                          AND FLANDERS




CONTENTS


I.     INTO THE WEDDELL SEA
II.    NEW LAND
III.   WINTER MONTHS
IV.    LOSS OF THE 'ENDURANCE'
V.     OCEAN CAMP
VI.    THE MARCH BETWEEN
VII.   PATIENCE CAMP
VIII.  ESCAPE FROM THE ICE
IX.    THE BOAT JOUY
X.     ACROSS SOUTH GEORGIA
XI.    THE RESCUE
XII.   ELEPHANT ISLAND
XIII.  THE ROSS SEA PARTY
XIV.   WINTERING IN McMURDO SOUND
XV.    LAYING THE DEPOTS
XVI.   THE 'AURORA'S' DRIFT
XVII.  THE LAST RELIEF
XVIII. THE FINAL PHASE

APPENDIX I:
  SCIENTIFIC WORK
  SEA-ICE NOMENCLATURE
  METEOROLOGY
  PHYSICS
  SOUTH ATLANTIC WHALES AND WHALING

APPENDIX II:
  THE EXPEDITION HUTS AT McMURDO SOUND

INDEX



PREFACE


After the conquest of the South Pole by Amundsen, who, by a narrow
margin of days only, was in advance of the British Expedition under
Scott, there remained but one great main object of Antarctic
journeyings--the crossing of the South Polar continent from sea to sea.

When I returned from the 'Nimrod' Expedition on which we had to turn
back from our attempt to plant the British flag on the South Pole,
being beaten by stress of circumstances within ninety-seven miles of
our goal, my mind turned to the crossing of the continent, for I was
morally certain that either Amundsen or Scott would reach the Pole on
our own route or a parallel one.  After hearing of the Norwegian
success I began to make preparations to start a last great journey--so
that the first crossing of the last continent should be achieved by a
British Expedition.

We failed in this object, but the story of our attempt is the subject
for the following pages, and I think that though failure in the actual
accomplishment must be recorded, there are chapters in this book of
high adventure, strenuous days, lonely nights, unique experiences, and,
above all, records of unflinching determination, supreme loyalty, and
generous self-sacrifice on the part of my men which, even in these days
that have witnessed the sacrifices of nations and regardlessness of
self on the part of individuals, still will be of interest to readers
who now turn gladly from the red horror of war and the strain of the
last five years to read, perhaps with more understanding minds, the
tale of the White Warfare of the South.  The struggles, the
disappointments, and  the endurance of this small party of Britishers,
hidden away for nearly two years in the fastnesses of the Polar ice,
striving to carry out the ordained task and ignorant of the crises
through which the world was passing, make a story which is unique in
the history of Antarctic exploration.

Owing to the loss of the 'Endurance' and the disaster to the 'Aurora',
certain documents relating mainly to the organization and preparation
of the Expedition have been lost; but, anyhow, I had no intention of
presenting a detailed account of the scheme of preparation, storing,
and other necessary but, to the general reader, unimportant affairs, as
since the beginning of this century, every book on Antarctic
exploration has dealt fully with this matter.  I therefore briefly
place before you the inception and organization of the Expedition, and
insert here the copy of the programme which I prepared in order to
arouse the interest of the general public in the Expedition.


"The Trans-continental Party.

"The first crossing of the Antarctic continent, from sea to sea via
the Pole, apart from its historic value, will be a journey of great
scientific importance.

"The distance will be roughly 1800 miles, and the first half of this,
from the Weddell Sea to the Pole, will be over unknown ground. Every
step will be an advance in geographical science. It will be learned
whether the great Victoria chain of mountains, which has been traced
from the Ross Sea to the Pole, extends across the continent and thus
links up (except for the ocean break) with the Andes of South America,
and whether the great plateau around the Pole dips gradually towards
the Weddell Sea.

"Continuous magnetic observations will be taken on the journey. The
route will lead towards the Magnetic Pole, and the determination of the
dip of the magnetic needle will be of importance in practical
magnetism.  The meteorological conditions will be carefully noted, and
this should help to solve many of our weather problems.

"The glaciologist and geologist will study ice formations and the
nature of the mountains, and this report will prove of great scientific
interest.

"Scientific Work by Other Parties.

"While the Trans-continental party is carrying out, for the British
Flag, the greatest Polar journey ever attempted, the other parties will
be engaged in important scientific work.

"Two sledging parties will operate from the base on the Weddell Sea.
One will travel westwards towards Graham Land, making observations,
collecting geological specimens, and proving whether there are
mountains in that region linked up with those found on the other side
of the Pole.

"Another party will travel eastward toward Enderby Land, carrying out
a similar programme, and a third, remaining at the base, will study the
fauna of the land and sea, and the meteorological conditions.

"From the Ross Sea base, on the other side of the Pole, another party
will push southward and will probably await the arrival of the Trans-
continental party at the top of the Beardmore Glacier, near Mount
Buckley, where the first seams of coal were discovered in the
Antarctic.  This region is of great importance to the geologist, who
will be enabled to read much of the history of the Antarctic in the
rocks.

"Both the ships of the Expedition will be equipped for dredging,
sounding, and every variety of hydrographical work.  The Weddell Sea
ship will endeavour to trace the unknown coast-line of Graham Land, and
from both the vessels, with their scientific staffs, important results
may be expected.

"The several shore parties and the two ships will thus carry out
geographical and scientific work on a scale and over an area never
before attempted by any one Polar expedition.

"This will be the first use of the Weddell Sea as a base for
exploration, and all the parties will open up vast stretches of unknown
land.  It is appropriate that this work should be carried out under the
British Flag, since the whole of the area southward to the Pole is
British territory.  In July 1908, Letters Patent were issued under the
Great Seal declaring that the Governor of the Falkland Islands should
be the Governor of Graham Land (which forms the western side of the
Weddell Sea), and another section of the same proclamation defines the
area of British territory as 'situated in the South Atlantic Ocean to
the south of the 50th parallel of south latitude, and lying between 20
degrees and 80 degrees west longitude.'  Reference to a map will show
that this includes the area in which the present Expedition will work.

"How the Continent will be crossed.

"The Weddell Sea ship, with all the members of the Expedition
operating from that base, will leave Buenos Ayres in October 1914, and
endeavour to land in November in latitude 78 degrees south.

"Should this be done, the Trans-continental party will set out on
their 1800-mile journey at once, in the hope of accomplishing the march
across the Pole and reaching the Ross Sea base in five months. Should
the landing be made too late in the season, the party will go into
winter quarters, lay out depots during the autumn and the following
spring, and as early as possible in 1915 set out on the journey.

"The Trans-continental party will be led by Sir Ernest Shackleton, and
will consist of six men.  It will take 100 dogs with sledges, and two
motor-sledges with aerial propellers.  The equipment will embody
everything that the experience of the leader and his expert advisers
can suggest.  When this party has reached the area of the Pole, after
covering 800 miles of unknown ground, it will strike due north towards
the head of the Beardmore Glacier, and there it is hoped to meet the
outcoming party from the Ross Sea.  Both will join up and make for the
Ross Sea base, where the previous Expedition had its winter quarters.

"In all, fourteen men will be landed by the 'Endurance' on the Weddell
Sea.  Six will set out on the Trans-continental journey, three will go
westward, three eastward, and two remain at the base carrying on the
work already outlined.

"The 'Aurora' will land six men at the Ross Sea base.  They will lay
down depots on the route of the Trans-continental party, and make a
march south to assist that party, and to make geological and other
observations as already described.

"Should the Trans-continental party succeed, as is hoped, in crossing
during the first season, its return to civilization may be expected
about April 1915.  The other sections in April 1916.

"The Ships of the Expedition.

"The two ships for the Expedition have now been selected.

"The 'Endurance', the ship which will take the Trans-continental party
to the Weddell Sea, and will afterwards explore along an unknown coast-
line, is a new vessel, specially constructed for Polar work under the
supervision of a committee of Polar explorers. She was built by
Christensen, the famous Norwegian constructor of sealing vessels, at
Sandefjord.  She is barquentine rigged, and has triple-expansion
engines giving her a speed under steam of nine to ten knots.  To enable
her to stay longer at sea, she will carry oil fuel as well as coal.
She is of about 350 tons, and built of selected pine, oak, and
greenheart.  This fine vessel, equipped, has cost the Expedition
14,000.

"The 'Aurora', the ship which will take out the Ross Sea party, has
been bought from Dr. Mawson.  She is similar in all respects to the
Terra Nova, of Captain Scott's last Expedition.  She had extensive
alterations made by the Government authorities in Australia to fit her
for Dr. Mawson's Expedition, and is now at Hobart, Tasmania, where the
Ross Sea party will join her in October next."


I started the preparations in the middle of 1913, but no public
announcement was made until January 13, 1914.  For the last six months
of 1913 I was engaged in the necessary preliminaries, solid mule work,
showing nothing particular to interest the public, but essential for an
Expedition that had to have a ship on each side of the Continent, with
a land journey of eighteen hundred miles to be made, the first nine
hundred miles to be across an absolutely unknown land mass.

On January 1, 1914, having received a promised financial support
sufficient to warrant the announcement of the Expedition, I made it
public.

The first result of this was a flood of applications from all classes
of the community to join the adventure.  I received nearly five
thousand applications, and out of these were picked fifty-six men.

In March, to my great disappointment and anxiety, the promised
financial help did not materialize, and I was now faced with the fact
that I had contracted for a ship and stores, and had engaged the staff,
and I was not in possession of funds to meet these liabilities. I
immediately set about appealing for help, and met with generous
response from all sides.  I cannot here give the names of all who
supported my application, but whilst taking this opportunity of
thanking every one for their support, which came from parts as far
apart as the interior of China, Japan, New Zealand, and Australia, I
must particularly refer to the munificent donation of 24,000 from the
late Sir James Caird, and to one of 10,000 from the British
Government.  I must also thank Mr. Dudley Docker, who enabled me to
complete the purchase of the 'Endurance', and Miss Elizabeth Dawson
Lambton, who since 1901 has always been a firm friend to Antarctic
exploration, and who again, on this occasion, assisted largely.  The
Royal Geographical Society made a grant of 1000; and last, but by no
means least, I take this opportunity of tendering my grateful thanks to
Dame Janet Stancomb Wills, whose generosity enabled me to equip the
'Endurance' efficiently, especially as regards boats (which boats were
the means of our ultimate safety), and who not only, at the inception
of the Expedition, gave financial help, but also continued it through
the dark days when we were overdue, and funds were required to meet the
need of the dependents of the Expedition.

The only return and privilege an explorer has in the way of
acknowledgment for the help accorded him is to record on the discovered
lands the names of those to whom the Expedition owes its being.

Owing to the exigencies of the war the publication of this book has
been long delayed, and the detailed maps must come with the scientific
monographs.  I have the honour to place on the new land the names of
the above and other generous donors to the Expedition. The two hundred
miles of new coast-line I have called Caird Coast. Also, as a more
personal note, I named the three ship's boats, in which we ultimately
escaped from the grip of the ice, after the three principal donors to
the Expedition--the 'James Caird', the 'Stancomb Wills' and the 'Dudley
Docker'.  The two last-named are still on the desolate sandy spit of
Elephant Island, where under their shelter twenty-two of my comrades
eked out a bare existence for four and a half months.

The 'James Caird' is now in Liverpool, having been brought home from
South Georgia after her adventurous voyage across the sub-Antarctic
ocean.

Most of the Public Schools of England and Scotland helped the
Expedition to purchase the dog teams, and I named a dog after each
school that helped.  But apart from these particular donations I again
thank the many people who assisted us.

So the equipment and organization went on.  I purchased the 'Aurora'
from Sir Douglas Mawson, and arranged for Mackintosh to go to Australia
and take charge of her, there sending sledges, equipment and most of
the stores from this side, but depending somewhat on the sympathy and
help of Australia and New Zealand for coal and certain other
necessities, knowing that previously these two countries had always
generously supported the exploration of what one might call their
hinterland.

Towards the end of July all was ready, when suddenly the war clouds
darkened over Europe.

It had been arranged for the 'Endurance' to proceed to Cowes, to be
inspected by His Majesty on the Monday of Cowes week.  But on Friday I
received a message to say that the King would not be able to go to
Cowes.  My readers will remember how suddenly came the menace of war.
Naturally, both my comrades and I were greatly exercised as to the
probable outcome of the danger threatening the peace of the world.

We sailed from London on Friday, August 1, 1914, and anchored off
Southend all Saturday.  On Sunday afternoon I took the ship off
Margate, growing hourly more anxious  as the ever-increasing rumours
spread; and on Monday morning I went ashore and read in the morning
paper the order for general mobilization.

I immediately went on board and mustered all hands and told them that
I proposed to send a telegram to the Admiralty offering the ships,
stores, and, if they agreed, our own services to the country in the
event of war breaking out.  All hands immediately agreed, and I sent
off a telegram in which everything was placed at the disposal of the
Admiralty.  We only asked that, in the event of the declaration of war,
the Expedition might be considered as a single unit, so as to preserve
its homogeneity.  There were enough trained and experienced men amongst
us to man a destroyer.  Within an hour I received a laconic wire from
the Admiralty saying "Proceed." Within two hours a longer wire came
from Mr. Winston Churchill, in which we were thanked for our offer, and
saying that the authorities desired that the Expedition, which had the
full sanction and support of the Scientific and Geographical Societies,
should go on.

So, according to these definite instructions, the 'Endurance' sailed
to Plymouth.  On Tuesday the King sent for me and handed me the Union
Jack to carry on the Expedition.  That night, at midnight, war broke
out.  On the following Saturday, August 8, the 'Endurance' sailed from
Plymouth, obeying the direct order of the Admiralty.  I make particular
reference to this phase of the Expedition as I am aware that there was
a certain amount of criticism of the Expedition having left the
country, and regarding this I wish further to add that the preparation
of the Expedition had been proceeding for over a year, and large sums
of money had been spent.  We offered to give the Expedition up without
even consulting the donors of this money, and but few thought that the
war would last through these five years and involve the whole world.
The Expedition was not going on a peaceful cruise to the South Sea
Islands, but to a most dangerous, difficult, and strenuous work that
has nearly always involved a certain percentage of loss of life.
Finally, when the Expedition did return, practically the whole of those
members who had come unscathed through the dangers of the Antarctic
took their places in the wider field of battle, and the percentage of
casualties amongst the members of this Expedition is high.

The voyage out to Buenos Ayres was uneventful, and on October 26 we
sailed from that port for South Georgia, the most southerly outpost of
the British Empire.  Here, for a month, we were engaged in final
preparation.  The last we heard of the war was when we left Buenos
Ayres.  Then the Russian Steam-Roller was advancing.  According to many
the war would be over within six months.  And so we left, not without
regret that we could not take our place there, but secure in the
knowledge that we were taking part in a strenuous campaign for the
credit of our country.

Apart from private individuals and societies I here acknowledge most
gratefully the assistance rendered by the Dominion Government of New
Zealand and the Commonwealth Government of Australia at the start of
the Ross Sea section of the Expedition; and to the people of New
Zealand and the Dominion Government I tender my most grateful thanks
for their continued help, which was invaluable during the dark days
before the relief of the Ross Sea Party.

Mr. James Allen (acting Premier), the late Mr. McNab (Minister of
Marine), Mr. Leonard Tripp, Mr. Mabin, and Mr. Toogood, and many others
have laid me under a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid.

This is also the opportunity for me to thank the Uruguayan Government
for their generous assistance in placing the government trawler,
'Instituto de Pesca', for the second attempt at the relief of my men on
Elephant Island.

Finally, it was the Chilian Government that was directly responsible
for the rescue of my comrades.  This southern Republic was unwearied in
its efforts to make a successful rescue, and the gratitude of our whole
party is due to them. I especially mention the sympathetic attitude of
Admiral Muoz Hurtado, head of the Chilian Navy, and Captain Luis
Pardo, who commanded the 'Yelcho' on our last and successful venture.

Sir Daniel Gooch came with us as far as South Georgia.  I owe him my
special thanks for his help with the dogs, and we all regretted losing
his cheery presence, when we sailed for the South.



CHAPTER I

INTO THE WEDDELL SEA


I decided to leave South Georgia about December 5, and in the intervals
of final preparation scanned again the plans for the voyage to winter
quarters.  What welcome was the Weddell Sea preparing for us?  The
whaling captains at South Georgia were generously ready to share with
me their knowledge of the waters in which they pursued their trade,
and, while confirming earlier information as to the extreme severity
of the ice conditions in this sector of the Antarctic, they were able
to give advice that was worth attention.

It will be convenient to state here briefly some of the considerations
that weighed with me at that time and in the weeks that followed. I
knew that the ice had come far north that season and, after listening
to the suggestions of the whaling captains, had decided to steer to the
South Sandwich Group, round Ultima Thule, and work as far to the
eastward as the fifteenth meridian west longitude before pushing south.
The whalers emphasized the difficulty of getting through the ice in the
neighbourhood of the South Sandwich Group.  They told me they had often
seen the floes come right up to the group in the summer-time, and they
thought the Expedition would have to push through heavy pack in order
to reach the Weddell Sea. Probably the best time to get into the
Weddell Sea would be the end of February or the beginning of March.
The whalers had gone right round the South Sandwich Group and they were
familiar with the conditions.  The predictions they made induced me to
take the deck-load of coal, for if we had to fight our way through to
Coats' Land we would need every ton of fuel the ship could carry.

I hoped that by first moving to the east as far as the fifteenth
meridian west we would be able to go south through looser ice, pick up
Coats' Land and finally reach Vahsel Bay, where Filchner made his
attempt at landing in 1912.  Two considerations were occupying my mind
at this juncture.  I was anxious for certain reasons to winter the
'Endurance' in the Weddell Sea, but the difficulty of finding a safe
harbour might be very great.  If no safe harbour could be found, the
ship must winter at South Georgia.  It seemed to me hopeless now to
think of making the journey across the continent in the first summer,
as the season was far advanced and the ice conditions were likely to
prove unfavourable.  In view of the possibility of wintering the ship
in the ice, we took extra clothing from the stores at the various
stations in South Georgia.

The other question that was giving me anxious thought was the size of
the shore party.  If the ship had to go out during the winter, or if
she broke away from winter quarters, it would be preferable to have
only a small, carefully selected party of men ashore after the hut had
been built and the stores landed.  These men could proceed to lay out
depots by man-haulage and make short journeys with the dogs, training
them for the long early march in the following spring. The majority of
the scientific men would live aboard the ship, where they could do
their work under good conditions.  They would be able to make short
journeys if required, using the 'Endurance' as a base. All these plans
were based on an expectation that the finding of winter quarters was
likely to be difficult.  If a really safe base could be established on
the continent, I would adhere to the original programme of sending one
party to the south, one to the west round the head of the Weddell Sea
towards Graham Land, and one to the east towards Enderby Land.

We had worked out details of distances, courses, stores required, and
so forth.  Our sledging ration, the result of experience as well as
close study, was perfect.  The dogs gave promise, after training, of
being able to cover fifteen to twenty miles a day with loaded sledges.
The trans-continental journey, at this rate, should be completed in 120
days unless some unforeseen obstacle intervened. We longed keenly for
the day when we could begin this march, the last great adventure in the
history of South Polar exploration, but a knowledge of the obstacles
that lay between us and our starting-point served as a curb on
impatience.  Everything depended upon the landing.  If we could land at
Filchner's base there was no reason why a band of experienced men
should not winter there in safety.  But the Weddell Sea was notoriously
inhospitable and already we knew that its sternest face was turned
toward us. All the conditions in the Weddell Sea are unfavourable from
the navigator's point of view.  The winds are comparatively light, and
consequently new ice can form even in the summer-time. The absence of
strong winds has the additional effect of allowing the ice to
accumulate in masses, undisturbed. Then great quantities of ice sweep
along the coast from the east under the influence of the prevailing
current, and fill up the bight of the Weddell Sea as they move north in
a great semicircle.  Some of this ice doubtless describes almost a
complete circle, and is held up eventually, in bad seasons, against the
South Sandwich Islands. The strong currents, pressing the ice masses
against the coasts, create heavier pressure than is found in any other
part of the Antarctic. This pressure must be at least as severe as the
pressure experienced in the congested North Polar basin, and I am
inclined to think that a comparison would be to the advantage of the
Arctic. All these considerations naturally had a bearing upon our
immediate problem, the penetration of the pack and the finding of a
safe harbour on the continental coast.

The day of departure arrived.  I gave the order to heave anchor at
8.45 a.m. on December 5, 1914, and the clanking of the windlass broke
for us the last link with civilization.  The morning was dull and
overcast, with occasional gusts of snow and sleet, but hearts were
light aboard the 'Endurance'.  The long days of preparation were over
and the adventure lay ahead.

We had hoped that some steamer from the north would bring news of war
and perhaps letters from home before our departure.  A ship did arrive
on the evening of the 4th, but she carried no letters, and nothing
useful in the way of information could be gleaned from her. The captain
and crew were all stoutly pro-German, and the "news" they had to give
took the unsatisfying form of accounts of British and French reverses.
We would have been glad to have had the latest tidings from a
friendlier source.  A year and a half later we were to learn that the
'Harpoon', the steamer which tends the Grytviken station, had arrived
with mail for us not more than two hours after the 'Endurance' had
proceeded down the coast.

The bows of the 'Endurance' were turned to the south, and the good
ship dipped to the south-westerly swell.  Misty rain fell during the
forenoon, but the weather cleared later in the day, and we had a good
view of the coast of South Georgia as we moved under steam and sail to
the south-east.  The course was laid to carry us clear of the island
and then south of South Thule, Sandwich Group.  The wind freshened
during the day, and all square sail was set, with the foresail reefed
in order to give the look-out a clear view ahead; for we did not wish
to risk contact with a "growler," one of those treacherous fragments of
ice that float with surface awash.  The ship was very steady in the
quarterly sea, but certainly did not look as neat and trim as she had
done when leaving the shores of England four months earlier.  We had
filled up with coal at Grytviken, and this extra fuel was stored on
deck, where it impeded movement considerably.  The carpenter had built
a false deck, extending from the poop-deck to the chart-room.  We had
also taken aboard a ton of whale-meat for the dogs.  The big chunks of
meat were hung up in the rigging, out of reach but not out of sight of
the dogs, and as the 'Endurance' rolled and pitched, they watched with
wolfish eyes for a windfall.

I was greatly pleased with the dogs, which were tethered about the
ship in the most comfortable positions we could find for them. They
were in excellent condition, and I felt that the Expedition had the
right tractive-power.  They were big, sturdy animals, chosen for
endurance and strength, and if they were as keen to pull our sledges as
they were now to fight one another all would be well.  The men in
charge of the dogs were doing their work enthusiastically, and the
eagerness they showed to study the natures and habits of their charges
gave promise of efficient handling and good work later on.

During December 6 the 'Endurance' made good progress on a south-
easterly course.  The northerly breeze had freshened during the night
and had brought up a high following sea.  The weather was hazy, and we
passed two bergs, several growlers, and numerous lumps of ice. Staff
and crew were settling down to the routine. Bird life was plentiful,
and we noticed Cape pigeons, whale-birds, terns, mollymauks, nellies,
sooty, and wandering albatrosses in the neighbourhood of the ship.  The
course was laid for the passage between Sanders Island and Candlemas
Volcano.  December 7 brought the first check.  At six o'clock that
morning the sea, which had been green in colour all the previous day,
changed suddenly to a deep indigo.  The ship was behaving well in a
rough sea, and some members of the scientific staff were transferring
to the bunkers the coal we had stowed on deck.  Sanders Island and
Candlemas were sighted early in the afternoon, and the 'Endurance'
passed between them at 6 p.m. Worsley's observations indicated that
Sanders Island was, roughly, three miles east and five miles north of
the charted position.  Large numbers of bergs, mostly tabular in form,
lay to the west of the islands, and we noticed that many of them were
yellow with diatoms. One berg had large patches of red-brown soil down
its sides.  The presence of so many bergs was ominous, and immediately
after passing between the islands we encountered stream-ice.  All sail
was taken in and we proceeded slowly under steam.  Two hours later,
fifteen miles north-east of Sanders Island, the 'Endurance' was
confronted by a belt of heavy pack-ice, half a mile broad and extending
north and south. There was clear water beyond, but the heavy south-
westerly swell made the pack impenetrable in our neighbourhood.  This
was disconcerting. The noon latitude had been 57 26 S., and I had not
expected to find pack-ice nearly so far north, though the whalers had
reported pack-ice right up to South Thule.

The situation became dangerous that night.  We pushed into the pack in
the hope of reaching open water beyond, and found ourselves after dark
in a pool which was growing smaller and smaller.  The ice was grinding
around the ship in the heavy swell, and I watched with some anxiety for
any indication of a change of wind to the east, since a breeze from
that quarter would have driven us towards the land. Worsley and I were
on deck all night, dodging the pack. At 3 a.m. we ran south, taking
advantage of some openings that had appeared, but met heavy rafted pack-
ice, evidently old; some of it had been subjected to severe pressure.
Then we steamed north-west and saw open water to the north-east.  I put
the 'Endurance's' head for the opening, and, steaming at full speed, we
got clear.  Then we went east in the hope of getting better ice, and
five hours later, after some dodging, we rounded the pack and were able
to set sail once more.  This initial tussle with the pack had been
exciting at times. Pieces of ice and bergs of all sizes were heaving
and jostling against each other in the heavy south-westerly swell. In
spite of all our care the 'Endurance' struck large lumps stem on, but
the engines were stopped in time and no harm was done.  The scene and
sounds throughout the day were very fine.  The swell was dashing
against the sides of huge bergs and leaping right to the top of their
icy cliffs. Sanders Island lay to the south, with a few rocky faces
peering through the misty, swirling clouds that swathed it most of the
time, the booming of the sea running into ice-caverns, the swishing
break of the swell on the loose pack, and the graceful bowing and
undulating of the inner pack to the steeply rolling swell, which here
was robbed of its break by the masses of ice to windward.

We skirted the northern edge of the pack in clear weather with a light
south-westerly breeze and an overcast sky.  The bergs were numerous.
During the morning of December 9 an easterly breeze brought hazy
weather with snow, and at 4.30 p.m. we encountered the edge of pack-ice
in lat. 58 27 S.,  long. 22 08 W.  It was one-year-old ice
interspersed with older pack, all heavily snow-covered and lying west-
south-west to east-north-east.  We entered the pack at 5 p.m., but
could not make progress, and cleared it again at 7.40 p.m. Then we
steered east-north-east and spent the rest of the night rounding the
pack. During the day we had seen adelie and ringed penguins, also
several humpback and finner whales.  An ice-blink to the westward
indicated the presence of pack in that direction.  After rounding the
pack we steered S. 40 E., and at noon on the 10th had reached lat. 58
28 S., long. 20 28 W.  Observations showed the compass variation to
be 1 less than the chart recorded.  I kept the 'Endurance' on the
course till midnight, when we entered loose open ice about ninety miles
south-east of our noon position.  This ice proved to fringe the pack,
and progress became slow.  There was a long easterly swell with a light
northerly breeze, and the weather was clear and fine.  Numerous bergs
lay outside the pack.

The 'Endurance' steamed through loose open ice till 8 a.m. on the
11th, when we entered the pack in lat. 59 46 S., long.  18 22 W. We
could have gone farther east, but the pack extended far in that
direction, and an effort to circle it might have involved a lot of
northing.  I did not wish to lose the benefit of the original southing.
The extra miles would not have mattered to a ship with larger coal
capacity than the 'Endurance' possessed, but we could not afford to
sacrifice miles unnecessarily. The pack was loose and did not present
great difficulties at this stage.  The foresail was set in order to
take advantage of the northerly  breeze.  The ship was in contact with
the ice occasionally and  received some heavy blows. Once or twice she
was brought up all standing against solid pieces, but no harm was done.
The chief concern was to protect the propeller and rudder.  If a
collision seemed to be inevitable the officer in charge would order
"slow" or "half speed" with the engines, and put the helm over so as to
strike floe a glancing blow.  Then the helm would be put over towards
the ice with the object of throwing the propeller clear of it, and the
ship would forge ahead again. Worsley, Wild, and I, with three
officers, kept three watches while we were working through the pack, so
that we had two officers on deck all the time.  The carpenter had
rigged a six-foot wooden semaphore on the bridge to enable the
navigating officer to give the seamen or scientists at the wheel the
direction and the exact amount of helm required. This device saved
time, as well as the effort of shouting. We were pushing through this
loose pack all day, and the view from the crow's-nest gave no promise
of improved conditions ahead.  A Weddell seal and a crab-eater seal
were noticed on the floes, but we did not pause to secure fresh meat.
It was important that we should make progress towards our goal as
rapidly as possible, and there was reason to fear that we should have
plenty of time to spare later on if the ice conditions continued to
increase in severity.

On the morning of December 12 we were working through loose pack which
later became thick in places.  The sky was overcast and light snow was
falling.  I had all square sail set at 7 a.m. in order to take
advantage of the northerly breeze, but it had to come in again five
hours later when the wind hauled round to the west.  The noon position
was lat. 60 26 S., long. 17 58 W., and the run for the twenty-four
hours had been only 33 miles.  The ice was still badly congested, and
we were pushing through narrow leads and occasional openings with the
floes often close abeam on either side.  Antarctic, snow and stormy
petrels, fulmars, white-rumped terns, and adelies were around us.  The
quaint little penguins found the ship a cause of much apparent
excitement and provided a lot of amusement aboard. One of the standing
jokes was that all the adelies on the floe seemed to know Clark, and
when he was at the wheel rushed along as fast as their legs could carry
them, yelling out "Clark! Clark!" and apparently very indignant and
perturbed that he never waited for them or even answered them.

We found several good leads to the south in the evening, and continued
to work southward throughout the night and the following day.  The pack
extended in all directions as far as the eye could reach.  The noon
observation showed the run for the twenty-four hours to be 54 miles, a
satisfactory result under the conditions. Wild shot a young Ross seal
on the floe, and we manoeuvred the ship alongside. Hudson jumped down,
bent a line on to the seal, and the pair of them were hauled up.  The
seal was 4 ft. 9 in. long and weighed about ninety pounds.  He was a
young male and proved very good eating, but when dressed and minus the
blubber made little more than a square meal for our twenty-eight men,
with a few scraps for our breakfast and tea.  The stomach contained
only amphipods about an inch long, allied to those found in the whales
at Grytviken.

The conditions became harder on December 14.  There was a misty haze,
and occasional falls of snow.  A few bergs were in sight. The pack was
denser than it had been on the previous days.  Older ice was
intermingled with the young ice, and our progress became slower.  The
propeller received several blows in the early morning, but no damage
was done.  A platform was rigged under the jib-boom in order that
Hurley might secure some kinematograph pictures of the ship breaking
through the ice.  The young ice did not present difficulties to the
'Endurance', which was able to smash a way through, but the lumps of
older ice were more formidable obstacles, and conning the ship was a
task requiring close attention.  The most careful navigation could not
prevent an occasional bump against ice too thick to be broken or pushed
aside. The southerly breeze strengthened to a moderate south-westerly
gale during the afternoon, and at 8 p.m. we hove to, stem against a
floe, it being impossible to proceed without serious risk of damage to
rudder or propeller.  I was interested to notice that, although we had
been steaming through the pack for three days, the north-westerly swell
still held with us.  It added to the difficulties of navigation in the
lanes, since the ice was constantly in movement.

The 'Endurance' remained against the floe for the next twenty-four
hours, when the gale moderated.  The pack extended to the horizon in
all directions and was broken by innumerable narrow lanes. Many bergs
were in sight, and they appeared to be travelling through the pack in a
south-westerly direction under the current influence.  Probably the
pack itself was moving north-east with the gale.  Clark put down a net
in search of specimens, and at two fathoms it was carried south-west by
the current and fouled the propeller.  He lost the net, two leads, and
a line.  Ten bergs drove to the south through the pack during the
twenty-four hours.  The noon position was 61 31 S., long. 18 12 W.
The gale had moderated at 8 p.m., and we made five miles to the south
before midnight and then we stopped at the end of a long lead, waiting
till the weather cleared. It was during this short run that the
captain, with semaphore hard-a-port, shouted to the scientist at the
wheel: "Why in Paradise don't you port!"  The answer came in indignant
tones: "I am blowing my nose."

The 'Endurance' made some progress on the following day.  Long leads
of open water ran towards the south-west, and the ship smashed at full
speed through occasional areas of young ice till brought up with a
heavy thud against a section of older floe. Worsley was out on the jib-
boom end for a few minutes while Wild was conning the ship, and he came
back with a glowing account of a novel sensation.  The boom was
swinging high and low and from side to side, while the massive bows of
the ship smashed through the ice, splitting it across, piling it mass
on mass and then shouldering it aside.  The air temperature was 37
Fahr., pleasantly warm, and the water temperature 29 Fahr. We
continued to advance through fine long leads till 4 a.m. on December
17, when the ice became difficult again.  Very large floes of six-
months-old ice lay close together.  Some of these floes presented a
square mile of unbroken surface, and among them were patches of thin
ice and several floes of heavy old ice. Many bergs were in sight, and
the course became devious.  The ship was blocked at one point by a
wedge-shaped piece of floe, but we put the ice-anchor through it, towed
it astern, and proceeded through the gap. Steering under these
conditions required muscle as well as nerve. There was a clatter aft
during the afternoon, and Hussey, who was at the wheel, explained that
"The wheel spun round and threw me over the top of it!"  The noon
position was lat. 62 13 S., long. 18 53 W., and the run for the
preceding twenty-four hours had been 32 miles in a south-westerly
direction.  We saw three blue whales during the day and one emperor
penguin, a 58-lb. bird, which was added to the larder.

The morning of December 18 found the 'Endurance' proceeding amongst
large floes with thin ice between them.  The leads were few.  There was
a northerly breeze with occasional snow-flurries.  We secured three
crab-eater seals--two cows and a bull.  The bull was a fine specimen,
nearly white all over and 9 ft. 3 in. long; he weighed 600 lbs.
Shortly before noon further progress was barred by heavy pack, and we
put an ice-anchor on the floe and banked the fires. I had been prepared
for evil conditions in the Weddell Sea, but had hoped that in December
and January, at any rate, the pack would be loose, even if no open
water was to be found.  What we were actually encountering was fairly
dense pack of a very obstinate character. Pack-ice might be described
as a gigantic and interminable jigsaw-puzzle devised by nature.  The
parts of the puzzle in loose pack have floated slightly apart and
become disarranged; at numerous places they have pressed together
again; as the pack gets closer the congested areas grow larger and the
parts are jammed harder till finally it becomes "close pack," when the
whole of the jigsaw-puzzle becomes jammed to such an extent that with
care and labour it can be traversed in every direction on foot.  Where
the parts do not fit closely there is, of course, open water, which
freezes over, in a few hours after giving off volumes of "frost-smoke."
In obedience to renewed pressure this young ice "rafts," so forming
double thicknesses of a toffee-like consistency.  Again the opposing
edges of heavy floes rear up in slow and almost silent conflict, till
high "hedgerows" are formed round each part of the puzzle.  At the
junction of several floes chaotic areas of piled-up blocks and masses
of ice are formed.  Sometimes 5-ft. to 6-ft. piles of evenly shaped
blocks of ice are seen so neatly laid that it seems impossible for them
to be Nature's work.   Again, a winding canyon may be traversed between
icy walls 6 ft. to 10 ft. high, or a dome may be formed that under
renewed pressure bursts upward like a volcano.  All the winter the
drifting pack changes--grows by freezing, thickens by rafting, and
corrugates by pressure. If, finally, in its drift it impinges on a
coast, such as the western shore of the Weddell Sea, terrific pressure
is set up and an inferno of ice-blocks, ridges, and hedgerows results,
extending possibly for 150 or 200 miles off shore.  Sections of
pressure ice may drift away subsequently and become embedded in new ice.

I have given this brief explanation here in order that the reader may
understand the nature of the ice through which we pushed our way for
many hundreds of miles.  Another point that may require to be explained
was the delay caused by wind while we were in the pack. When a strong
breeze or moderate gale was blowing the ship could not safely work
through any except young ice, up to about two feet in thickness.  As
ice of that nature never extended for more than a mile or so, it
followed that in a gale in the pack we had always to lie to.  The ship
was 3 ft. 3 in. down by the stern, and while this saved the propeller
and rudder a good deal, it made the 'Endurance' practically
unmanageable in close pack when the wind attained a force of six miles
an hour from ahead, since the air currents had such a big surface
forward to act upon.  The pressure of wind on bows and the yards of the
foremast would cause the bows to fall away, and in these conditions the
ship could not be steered into the narrow lanes and leads through which
we had to thread our way.  The falling away of the bows, moreover,
would tend to bring the stern against the ice, compelling us to stop
the engines in order to save the propeller. Then the ship would become
unmanageable and drift away, with the possibility of getting excessive
sternway on her and so damaging rudder or propeller, the Achilles' heel
of a ship in pack-ice.

While we were waiting for the weather to moderate and the ice to open,
I had the Lucas sounding-machine rigged over the rudder-trunk and found
the depth to be 2810 fathoms.  The bottom sample was lost owing to the
line parting 60 fathoms from the end.  During the afternoon three
adelie penguins approached the ship across the floe while Hussey was
discoursing sweet music on the banjo.  The solemn-looking little birds
appeared to appreciate "It's a Long Way to Tipperary," but they fled in
horror when Hussey treated them to a little of the music that comes
from Scotland.  The shouts of laughter from the ship added to their
dismay, and they made off as fast as their short legs would carry them.
The pack opened slightly at 6.15 p.m., and we proceeded through lanes
for three hours before being forced to anchor to a floe for the night.
We fired a Hjort mark harpoon, No. 171, into a blue whale on this day.
The conditions did not improve during December 19.  A fresh to strong
northerly breeze brought haze and snow, and after proceeding for two
hours the 'Endurance' was stopped again by heavy floes.  It was
impossible to manoeuvre the ship in the ice owing to the strong wind,
which kept the floes in movement and caused lanes to open and close
with dangerous rapidity.  The noon observation showed that we had made
six miles to the south-east in the previous twenty-four hours.  All
hands were engaged during the day in rubbing shoots off our potatoes,
which were found to be sprouting freely.  We remained moored to a floe
over the following day, the wind not having moderated; indeed, it
freshened to a gale in the afternoon, and the members of the staff and
crew took advantage of the pause to enjoy a vigorously contested game
of football on the level surface of the floe alongside the ship. Twelve
bergs were in sight at this time.  The noon position was lat. 62 42
S., long. 17 54 W., showing that we had drifted about six miles in a
north-easterly direction.

Monday, December 21, was beautifully fine, with a gentle west-north-
westerly breeze.  We made a start at 3 a.m. and proceeded through the
pack in a south-westerly direction.  At noon we had gained seven miles
almost due east, the northerly drift of the pack having continued while
the ship was apparently moving to the south.  Petrels of several
species, penguins, and seals were plentiful, and we saw four small blue
whales.  At noon we entered a long lead to the southward and passed
around and between nine splendid bergs.  One mighty specimen was shaped
like the Rock of Gibraltar but with steeper cliffs, and another had a
natural dock that would have contained the 'Aquitania'.  A spur of ice
closed the entrance to the huge blue pool.  Hurley brought out his
kinematograph-camera, in order to make a record of these bergs. Fine
long leads running east and south-east among bergs were found during
the afternoon, but at midnight the ship was stopped by small, heavy ice-
floes, tightly packed against an unbroken plain of ice.  The outlook
from the mast-head was not encouraging. The big floe was at least 15
miles long and 10 miles wide. The edge could not be seen at the widest
part, and the area of the floe must have been not less than 150 square
miles.  It appeared to be formed of year-old ice, not very thick and
with very few hummocks or ridges in it.  We thought it must have been
formed at sea in very calm weather and drifted up from the south-east.
I had never seen such a large area of unbroken ice in the Ross Sea.

We waited with banked fires for the strong easterly breeze to moderate
or the pack to open.  At 6.30 p.m. on December 22 some lanes opened and
we were able to move towards the south again. The following morning
found us working slowly through the pack, and the noon observation gave
us a gain of 19 miles S. 41 W. for the seventeen and a half hours
under steam.  Many year-old adelies, three crab-eaters, six sea-
leopards, one Weddell and two blue whales were seen.  The air
temperature, which had been down to 25 Fahr. on December 21, had risen
to 34 Fahr. While we were working along leads to the southward in the
afternoon, we counted fifteen bergs.  Three of these were table-topped,
and one was about 70 ft high and 5 miles long. Evidently it had come
from a barrier-edge.  The ice became heavier but slightly more open,
and we had a calm night with fine long leads of open water.  The water
was so still that new ice was forming on the leads.  We had a run of 70
miles to our credit at noon on December 24, the position being lat. 64
32 S., long. 17 17 W. All the dogs except eight had been named.  I
do not know who had been responsible for some of the names, which
seemed to represent a variety of tastes.  They were as follows Rugby,
Upton Bristol, Millhill, Songster, Sandy, Mack, Mercury, Wolf,
Amundsen, Hercules, Hackenschmidt, Samson, Sammy, Skipper, Caruso, Sub,
Ulysses, Spotty, Bosun, Slobbers, Sadie, Sue, Sally, Jasper, Tim,
Sweep, Martin, Splitlip, Luke, Saint, Satan, Chips, Stumps, Snapper,
Painful, Bob, Snowball, Jerry, Judge, Sooty, Rufus, Sidelights, Simeon,
Swanker, Chirgwin, Steamer, Peter, Fluffy, Steward, Slippery, Elliott,
Roy, Noel, Shakespeare, Jamie, Bummer, Smuts, Lupoid, Spider, and
Sailor. Some of the names, it will be noticed, had a descriptive
flavour.

Heavy floes held up the ship from midnight till 6 a.m. on December 25,
Christmas Day.  Then they opened a little and we made progress till
11.30 a.m., when the leads closed again.  We had encountered good leads
and workable ice during the early part of the night, and the noon
observation showed that our run for the twenty-four hours was the best
since we entered the pack a fortnight earlier. We had made 71 miles S.
4 W.  The ice held us up till the evening, and then we were able to
follow some leads for a couple of hours before the tightly packed floes
and the increasing wind compelled a stop.  The celebration of Christmas
was not forgotten. Grog was served at midnight to all on deck.  There
was grog again at breakfast, for the benefit of those who had been in
their bunks at midnight.  Lees had decorated the wardroom with flags
and had a little Christmas present for each of us.  Some of us had
presents from home to open.  Later there was a really splendid dinner,
consisting of turtle soup, whitebait, jugged hare, Christmas pudding,
mince-pies, dates, figs and crystallized fruits, with rum and stout as
drinks.  In the evening everybody joined in a "sing-song." Hussey had
made a one-stringed violin, on which, in the words of Worsley, he
"discoursed quite painlessly."  The wind was increasing to a moderate
south-easterly gale and no advance could be made, so we were able to
settle down to the enjoyments of the evening.

The weather was still bad on December 26 and 27, and the 'Endurance'
remained anchored to a floe.  The noon position on the 26th was lat.
65 43 S., long. 17 36 W. We made another sounding on this day with
the Lucas machine and found bottom at 2819 fathoms.  The specimen
brought up was a terrigenous blue mud (glacial deposit) with some
radiolaria. Every one took turns at the work of heaving in, two men
working together in ten-minute spells.

Sunday, December 27, was a quiet day aboard.  The southerly gale was
blowing the snow in clouds off the floe and the temperature had fallen
to 23 Fahr.  The dogs were having an uncomfortable time in their deck
quarters.  The wind had moderated by the following morning, but it was
squally with snow-flurries, and I did not order a start till 11 p.m.
The pack was still close, but the ice was softer and more easily
broken.  During the pause the carpenter had rigged a small stage over
the stern.  A man was stationed there to watch the propeller and
prevent it striking heavy ice, and the arrangement proved very
valuable.  It saved the rudder as well as the propeller from many blows.

The high winds that had prevailed for four and a half days gave way to
a gentle southerly breeze in the evening of December 29.  Owing to the
drift we were actually eleven miles farther north than we had been on
December 25.  But we made fairly good progress on the 30th in fine,
clear weather.  The ship followed a long lead to the south-east during
the afternoon and evening, and at 11 p.m. we crossed the Antarctic
Circle.  An examination of the horizon disclosed considerable breaks in
the vast circle of pack-ice, interspersed with bergs of different
sizes.  Leads could be traced in various directions, but I looked in
vain for an indication of open water. The sun did not set that night,
and as it was concealed behind a bank of clouds we had a glow of
crimson and gold to the southward, with delicate pale green reflections
in the water of the lanes to the south-east.

The ship had a serious encounter with the ice on the morning of
December 31.  We were stopped first by floes closing around us, and
then about noon the 'Endurance' got jammed between two floes heading
east-north-east.  The pressure heeled the ship over six degrees while
we were getting an ice-anchor on to the floe in order to heave astern
and thus assist the engines, which were running at full speed.  The
effort was successful.  Immediately afterwards, at the spot where the
'Endurance' had been held, slabs of ice 50 ft. by 15 ft. and 4 ft. thick
were forced ten or twelve feet up on the lee floe at an angle of 45.
The pressure was severe, and we were not sorry to have the ship out of
its reach.  The noon position was lat. 66 47 S., long. 15 52 W.,
and the run for the preceding twenty-four hours was 51 miles S. 29 E.

"Since noon the character of the pack has improved," wrote Worsley on
this day.  "Though the leads are short, the floes are rotten and easily
broken through if a good place is selected with care and judgment.  In
many cases we find large sheets of young ice through which the ship
cuts for a mile or two miles at a stretch. I have been conning and
working the ship from the crow's-nest and find it much the best place,
as from there one can see ahead and work out the course beforehand, and
can also guard the rudder and propeller, the most vulnerable parts of a
ship in the ice. At midnight, as I was sitting in the 'tub' I heard a
clamorous noise down on the deck, with ringing of bells, and realized
that it was the New Year."  Worsley came down from his lofty seat and
met Wild, Hudson, and myself on the bridge, where we shook hands and
wished one another a happy and successful New Year.  Since entering the
pack on December 11 we had come 480 miles, through loose and close pack-
ice.  We had pushed and fought the little ship through, and she had
stood the test well, though the propeller had received some shrewd
blows against hard ice and the vessel had been driven against the floe
until she had fairly mounted up on it and slid back rolling heavily
from side to side. The rolling had been more frequently caused by the
operation of cracking through thickish young ice, where the crack had
taken a sinuous course.  The ship, in attempting to follow it, struck
first one bilge and then the other, causing her to roll six or seven
degrees.  Our advance through the pack had been in a S. 10 E.
direction, and I estimated that the total steaming distance had
exceeded 700 miles.  The first 100 miles had been through loose pack,
but the greatest hindrances had been three moderate south-westerly
gales, two lasting for three days each and one for four and a half
days.  The last 250 miles had been through close pack alternating with
fine long leads and stretches of open water.

During the weeks we spent manoeuvring to the south through the
tortuous mazes of the pack it was necessary often to split floes by
driving the ship against them.  This form of attack was effective
against ice up to three feet in thickness, and the process is
interesting enough to be worth describing briefly.  When the way was
barred by a floe of moderate thickness we would drive the ship at half
speed against it, stopping the engines just before the impact. At the
first blow the 'Endurance' would cut a V-shaped nick in the face of the
floe, the slope of her cutwater often causing her bows to rise till
nearly clear of the water, when she would slide backwards, rolling
slightly.  Watching carefully that loose lumps of ice did not damage
the propeller, we would reverse the engines and back the ship off 200
to 300 yds.  She would then be driven full speed into the V, taking
care to hit the centre accurately.  The operation would be repeated
until a short dock was cut, into which the ship, acting as a large
wedge, was driven.  At about the fourth attempt, if it was to succeed
at all, the floe would yield.  A black, sinuous line, as though pen-
drawn on white paper, would appear ahead, broadening as the eye traced
it back to the ship.  Presently it would be broad enough to receive
her, and we would forge ahead.  Under the bows and alongside, great
slabs of ice were being turned over and slid back on the floe, or
driven down and under the ice or ship.  In thus way the 'Endurance'
would split a 2-ft. to 3-ft. floe a square mile in extent. Occasionally
the floe, although cracked across, would be so held by other floes that
it would refuse to open wide, and so gradually would bring the ship to
a standstill.  We would then go astern for some distance and again
drive her full speed into the crack, till finally the floe would yield
to the repeated onslaughts.



CHAPTER II

NEW LAND


The first day of the New Year (January 1, 1915) was cloudy, with a
gentle northerly breeze and occasional snow-squalls.  The condition of
the pack improved in the evening, and after 8 p.m. we forged ahead
rapidly through brittle young ice, easily broken by the ship.  A few
hours later a moderate gale came up from the east, with continuous
snow.  After 4 a.m. on the 2nd we got into thick old pack-ice, showing
signs of heavy pressure.  It was much hummocked, but large areas of
open water and long leads to the south-west continued until noon.  The
position then was lat. 69 49 S., long. 15 42 W., and the run for
the twenty-four hours had been 124 miles S. 3 W.  This was cheering.

The heavy pack blocked the way south after midday.  It would have been
almost impossible to have pushed the ship into the ice, and in any case
the gale would have made such a proceeding highly dangerous. So we
dodged along to the west and north, looking for a suitable opening
towards the south.  The good run had given me hope of sighting the land
on the following day, and the delay was annoying. I was growing anxious
to reach land on account of the dogs, which had not been able to get
exercise for four weeks, and were becoming run down.  We passed at
least two hundred bergs during the day, and we noticed also large
masses of hummocky bay-ice and ice-foot.  One floe of bay-ice had black
earth upon it, apparently basaltic in origin, and there was a large
berg with a broad band of yellowish brown right through it.  The stain
may have been volcanic dust.  Many of the bergs had quaint shapes.
There was one that exactly resembled a large two-funnel liner, complete
in silhouette except for smoke.  Later in the day we found an opening
in the pack and made 9 miles to the south-west, but at 2 a.m. on
January 3 the lead ended in hummocky ice, impossible to penetrate.  A
moderate easterly gale had come up with snow-squalls, and we could not
get a clear view in any direction. The hummocky ice did not offer a
suitable anchorage for the ship, and we were compelled to dodge up and
down for ten hours before we were able to make fast to a small floe
under the lee of a berg 120 ft. high.  The berg broke the wind and
saved us drifting fast to leeward. The position was lat. 69 59 S.,
long. 17 31 W.  We made a move again at 7 p.m., when we took in the
ice-anchor and proceeded south, and at 10 p.m. we passed a small berg
that the ship had nearly touched twelve hours previously.  Obviously we
were not making much headway.  Several of the bergs passed during this
day were of solid blue ice, indicating true glacier origin.

By midnight of the 3rd we had made 11 miles to the south, and then
came to a full stop in weather so thick with snow that we could not
learn if the leads and lanes were worth entering. The ice was hummocky,
but, fortunately, the gale was decreasing, and after we had scanned all
the leads and pools within our reach we turned back to the north-east.
Two sperm and two large blue whales were sighted, the first we had seen
for 260 miles.  We saw also petrels, numerous adelies, emperors, crab-
eaters, and sea-leopards. The clearer weather of the morning showed us
that the pack was solid and impassable from the south-east to the south-
west, and at 10 a.m. on the 4th we again passed within five yards of
the small berg that we had passed twice on the previous day.  We had
been steaming and dodging about over an area of twenty square miles for
fifty hours, trying to find an opening to the south, south-east, or
south-west, but all the leads ran north, north-east, or north-west. It
was as though the spirits of the Antarctic were pointing us to the
backward track--the track we were determined not to follow. Our desire
was to make easting as well as southing so as to reach the land, if
possible, east of Ross's farthest South and well east of Coats' Land.
This was more important as the prevailing winds appeared to be to
easterly, and every mile of easting would count. In the afternoon we
went west in some open water, and by 4 p.m. we were making west-south-
west with more water opening up ahead. The sun was shining brightly,
over three degrees high at midnight, and we were able to maintain this
direction in fine weather till the following noon.  The position then
was lat. 70 28 S., long. 20 16 W., and the run had been 62 miles S.
62 W.  At 8 a.m. there had been open water from north round by west to
south-west, but impenetrable pack to the south and east. At 3 p.m. the
way to the south-west and west-north-west was absolutely blocked, and
as we experienced a set to the west, I did not feel justified in
burning more of the reduced stock of coal to go west or north.  I took
the ship back over our course for four miles, to a point where some
looser pack gave faint promise of a way through; but, after battling
for three hours with very heavy hummocked ice and making four miles to
the south, we were brought up by huge blocks and floes of very old
pack.  Further effort seemed useless at that time, and I gave the order
to bank fires after we had moored the 'Endurance' to a solid floe.  The
weather was clear, and some enthusiastic football-players had a game on
the floe until, about midnight, Worsley dropped through a hole in
rotten ice while retrieving the ball.  He had to be retrieved himself.

Solid pack still barred the way to the south on the following morning
(January 6).  There was some open water north of the floe, but as the
day was calm and I did not wish to use coal in a possibly vain search
for an opening to the southward, I kept the ship moored to the floe.
This pause in good weather gave an opportunity to exercise the dogs,
which were taken on to the floe by the men in charge of them.  The
excitement of the animals was intense.  Several managed to get into the
water, and the muzzles they were wearing did not prevent some hot
fights. Two dogs which had contrived to slip their muzzles fought
themselves into an icy pool and were hauled out still locked in a
grapple.  However, men and dogs enjoyed the exercise.  A sounding gave
a depth of 2400 fathoms, with a blue mud bottom.  The wind freshened
from the west early the next morning, and we started to skirt the
northern edge of the solid pack in an easterly direction under sail.
We had cleared the close pack by noon, but the outlook to the south
gave small promise of useful progress, and I was anxious now to make
easting.  We went north-east under sail, and after making thirty-nine
miles passed a peculiar berg that we had been abreast of sixty hours
earlier.  Killer-whales were becoming active around us, and I had to
exercise caution in allowing any one to leave the ship.  These beasts
have a habit of locating a resting seal by looking over the edge of a
floe and then striking through the ice from below in search of a meal;
they would not distinguish between seal and man.

The noon position on January 8 was lat. 70 0 S., long. 19 09 W. We
had made 66 miles in a north-easterly direction during the preceding
twenty-four hours.  The course during the afternoon was east-south-east
through loose pack and open water, with deep hummocky floes to the
south.  Several leads to the south came in view, but we held on the
easterly course. The floes were becoming looser, and there were
indications of open water ahead.  The ship passed not fewer than five
hundred bergs that day, some of them very large.  A dark water-sky
extended from east to south-south-east on the following morning, and
the 'Endurance', working through loose pack at half speed, reached open
water just before noon.  A rampart berg 150 ft. high and a quarter of a
mile long lay at the edge of the loose pack, and we sailed over a
projecting foot of this berg into rolling ocean, stretching to the
horizon.  The sea extended from a little to the west of south, round by
east to north-north-east, and its welcome promise was supported by a
deep water-sky to the south.  I laid a course south by east in an
endeavour to get south and east of Ross's farthest south (lat. 71 30
S.).

We kept the open water for a hundred miles, passing many bergs but
encountering no pack.  Two very large whales, probably blue whales,
came up close to the ship, and we saw spouts in all directions.  Open
water inside the pack in that latitude might have the appeal of
sanctuary to the whales, which are harried by man farther north.  The
run southward in blue water, with a path clear ahead and the miles
falling away behind us, was a joyful experience after the long struggle
through the ice-lanes.  But, like other good things, our spell of free
movement had to end. The 'Endurance' encountered the ice again at 1
a.m. on the 10th. Loose pack stretched to east and south, with open
water to the west and a good watersky.  It consisted partly of heavy
hummocky ice showing evidence of great pressure, but contained also
many thick, flat floes evidently formed in some sheltered bay and never
subjected to pressure or to much motion.  The swirl of the ship's wash
brought diatomaceous scum from the sides of this ice.  The water became
thick with diatoms at 9 a.m., and I ordered a cast to be made.  No
bottom was found at 210 fathoms.  The 'Endurance' continued to advance
southward through loose pack that morning. We saw the spouts of
numerous whales and noticed some hundreds of crab-eaters lying on the
floes.  White-rumped terns, Antarctic petrels and snow petrels were
numerous, and there was a colony of adelies on a low berg.  A few
killer-whales, with their characteristic high dorsal fin, also came in
view.  The noon position was lat. 72 02 S., long. 16 07 W., and the
run for the twenty-four hours had been 136 miles S. 6 E.

We were now in the vicinity of the land discovered by Dr. W. S. Bruce,
leader of the 'Scotia' Expedition, in 1904, and named by him Coats'
Land.  Dr. Bruce encountered an ice-barrier in lat. 72 18 S., long.
10 W., stretching from north-east to south-west.  He followed the
barrier-edge to the south-west for 150 miles and reached lat. 74 1
S., long. 22 W. He saw no naked rock, but his description of rising
slopes of snow and ice, with shoaling water off the barrier-wall,
indicated clearly the presence of land.  It was up those slopes, at a
point as far south as possible, that I planned to begin the march
across the Antarctic continent.  All hands were watching now for the
coast described by Dr. Bruce, and at 5 p.m. the look-out reported an
appearance of land to the south-south-east.  We could see a gentle snow-
slope rising to a height of about one thousand feet.  It seemed to be
an island or a peninsula with a sound on its south side, and the
position of its most northerly point was about 72 34 S., 16 40 W.
The 'Endurance' was passing through heavy loose pack, and shortly
before midnight she broke into a lead of open sea along a barrier-edge.
A sounding within one cable's length of the barrier-edge gave no bottom
with 210 fathoms of line.  The barrier was 70 ft. high, with cliffs of
about 40 ft.  The 'Scotia' must have passed this point when pushing to
Bruce's farthest south on March 6, 1904, and I knew from the narrative
of that voyage, as well as from our own observation, that the coast
trended away to the south-west.  The lead of open water continued along
the barrier-edge, and we pushed forward without delay.

An easterly breeze brought cloud and falls of snow during the morning
of January 11.  The barrier trended south-west by south, and we skirted
it for fifty miles until 11 am.  The cliffs in the morning were 20 ft.
high, and by noon they had increased to 110 and 115 ft. The brow
apparently rose 20 to 30 ft. higher.  We were forced away from the
barrier once for three hours by a line of very heavy pack-ice.
Otherwise there was open water along the edge, with high loose pack to
the west and north-west.  We noticed a seal bobbing up and down in an
apparent effort to swallow a long silvery fish that projected at least
eighteen inches from its mouth.  The noon position was lat. 73 13 S.,
long. 20 43 W., and a sounding then gave 155 fathoms at a distance of
a mile from the barrier.  The bottom consisted of large igneous
pebbles.  The weather then became thick, and I held away to the
westward, where the sky had given indications of open water, until 7
p.m., when we laid the ship alongside a floe in loose pack.  Heavy snow
was falling, and I was anxious lest the westerly wind should bring the
pack hard against the coast and jam the ship.  The 'Nimrod' had a
narrow escape from a misadventure of this kind in the Ross Sea early in
1908.

We made a start again at 5 a.m. the next morning (January 12) in
overcast weather with mist and snow-showers, and four hours later broke
through loose pack-ice into open water.  The view was obscured, but we
proceeded to the south-east and had gained 24 miles by noon, when three
soundings in lat. 74 4 S., long. 22 48 W. gave 95, 128, and 103
fathoms, with a bottom of sand, pebbles, and mud.  Clark got a good
haul of biological specimens in the dredge.  The 'Endurance' was now
close to what appeared to be the barrier, with a heavy pack-ice foot
containing numerous bergs frozen in and possibly aground. The solid ice
turned away towards the north-west, and we followed the edge for 48
miles N. 60 W. to clear it.

Now we were beyond the point reached by the 'Scotia', and the land
underlying the ice-sheet we were skirting was new.  The northerly trend
was unexpected, and I began to suspect that we were really rounding a
huge ice-tongue attached to the true barrier-edge and extending
northward.  Events confirmed this suspicion.  We skirted the pack all
night, steering north-west; then went west by north till 4 a.m. and
round to south-west.  The course at 8 a.m. on the 13th was south-south-
west.  The barrier at midnight was low and distant, and at 8 a.m. there
was merely a narrow ice-foot about two hundred yards across separating
it from the open water.  By noon there was only an occasional shelf of
ice-foot.  The barrier in one place came with an easy sweep to the sea.
We could have landed stores there without difficulty.  We made a
sounding 400 ft. off the barrier but got no bottom at 676 fathoms.  At
4 p.m., still following the barrier to the south-west, we reached a
corner and found it receding abruptly to the south-east.  Our way was
blocked by very heavy pack, and after spending two hours in a vain
search for an opening, we moored the 'Endurance' to a floe and banked
fires.  During that day we passed two schools of seals, swimming fast
to the north-west and north-north-east.  The animals swam in close
order, rising and blowing like porpoises, and we wondered if there was
any significance in their journey northward at that time of the year.
Several young emperor penguins had been captured and brought aboard on
the previous day. Two of them were still alive when the 'Endurance' was
brought alongside the floe. They promptly hopped on to the ice, turned
round, bowed gracefully three times, and retired to the far side of the
floe. There is something curiously human about the manners and
movements of these birds.  I was concerned about the dogs.  They were
losing condition and some of them appeared to be ailing.  One dog had
to be shot on the 12th.  We did not move the ship on the 14th.  A
breeze came from the east in the evening, and under its influence the
pack began to work off shore.  Before midnight the close ice that had
barred our way had opened and left a lane along the foot of the
barrier. I decided to wait for the morning, not wishing to risk getting
caught between the barrier and the pack in the event of the wind
changing. A sounding gave 1357 fathoms, with a bottom of glacial mud.
The noon observation showed the position to be lat. 74 09 S., long.
27 16 W.  We cast off at 6 a.m. on the 15th in hazy weather with a
north-easterly breeze, and proceeded along the barrier in open water.
The course was south-east for sixteen miles, then south-south-east.  We
now had solid pack to windward, and at 3 p.m. we passed a bight
probably ten miles deep and running to the north-east.  A similar bight
appeared at 6 p.m.  These deep cuts strengthened the impression we had
already formed that for several days we had been rounding a great mass
of ice, at least fifty miles across, stretching out from the coast and
possibly destined to float away at some time in the future.  The
soundings--roughly, 200 fathoms at the landward side and 1300 fathoms
at the seaward side--suggested that this mighty projection was afloat.
Seals were plentiful.  We saw large numbers on the pack and several on
low parts of the barrier, where the slope was easy.  The ship passed
through large schools of seals swimming from the barrier to the pack
off shore.  The animals were splashing and blowing around the
'Endurance', and Hurley made a record of this unusual sight with the
kinematograph-camera.

The barrier now stretched to the south-west again.  Sail was set to a
fresh easterly breeze, but at 7 p.m. it had to be furled, the
'Endurance' being held up by pack-ice against the barrier for an hour.
We took advantage of the pause to sound and got 268 fathoms with
glacial mud and pebbles.  Then a small lane appeared ahead. We pushed
through at full speed, and by 8.30 p.m. the 'Endurance' was moving
southward with sails set in a fine expanse of open water.  We continued
to skirt the barrier in clear weather.  I was watching for possible
landing-places, though as a matter of fact I had no intention of
landing north of Vahsel Bay, in Luitpold Land, except under pressure of
necessity.  Every mile gained towards the south meant a mile less
sledging when the time came for the overland journey.

Shortly before midnight on the 15th we came abreast of the northern
edge of a great glacier or overflow from the inland ice, projecting
beyond the barrier into the sea.  It was 400 or 500 ft. high, and at
its edge was a large mass of thick bay-ice.  The bay formed by the
northern edge of this glacier would have made an excellent landing-
place.  A flat ice-foot nearly three feet above sea-level looked like a
natural quay.  From this ice-foot a snow-slope rose to the top of the
barrier.  The bay was protected from the south-easterly wind and was
open only to the northerly wind, which is rare in those latitudes.  A
sounding gave 80 fathoms, indicating that the glacier was aground.  I
named the place Glacier Bay, and had reason later to remember it with
regret.

The 'Endurance' steamed along the front of this ice-flow for about
seventeen miles.  The glacier showed huge crevasses and high pressure
ridges, and appeared to run back to ice-covered slopes or hills 1000 or
2000 ft. high.  Some bays in its front were filled with smooth ice,
dotted with seals and penguins.  At 4 a.m. on the 16th we reached the
edge of another huge glacial overflow from the ice-sheet. The ice
appeared to be coming over low hills and was heavily broken. The cliff-
face was 250 to 350 ft. high, and the ice surface two miles inland was
probably 2000 ft. high.  The cliff-front showed a tide-mark of about 6
ft., proving that it was not afloat.  We steamed along the front of
this tremendous glacier for 40 miles and then, at 8.30 a.m., we were
held up by solid pack-ice, which appeared to be held by stranded bergs.
The depth, two cables off the barrier-cliff, was 134 fathoms.  No
further advance was possible that day, but the noon observation, which
gave the position as lat. 76 27 S. long. 28 51 W., showed that we
had gained 124 miles to the south-west during the preceding twenty-four
hours.  The afternoon was not without incident.  The bergs in the
neighbourhood were very large, several being over 200 ft. high, and
some of them were firmly aground, showing tidemarks.  A barrier-berg
bearing north-west appeared to be about 25 miles long. We pushed the
ship against a small banded berg, from which Wordie secured several
large lumps of biotite granite.  While the 'Endurance' was being held
slow ahead against the berg a loud crack was heard, and the geologist
had to scramble aboard at once.  The bands on this berg were
particularly well defined; they were due to morainic action in the
parent glacier. Later in the day the easterly wind increased to a gale.
Fragments of floe drifted past at about two knots, and the pack to
leeward began to break up fast.  A low berg of shallow draught drove
down into the grinding pack and, smashing against two larger stranded
bergs, pushed them off the bank.  The three went away together pell-
mell.  We took shelter under the lee of a large stranded berg.

A blizzard from the east-north-east prevented us leaving the shelter
of the berg on the following day (Sunday, January 17). The weather was
clear, but the gale drove dense clouds of snow off the land and
obscured the coast-line most of the time. "The land, seen when the air
is clear, appears higher than we thought  it yesterday; probably it
rises to 3000 ft. above the head of the glacier.  Caird Coast, as I
have named it, connects Coats' Land, discovered by Bruce in 1904, with
Luitpold Land, discovered by Filchner in 1912.  The northern part is
similar in character to  Coats' Land.  It is fronted by an undulating
barrier, the van of  a mighty ice-sheet that is being forced outward
from the high interior of the Antarctic Continent and apparently is
sweeping over low hills, plains, and shallow seas as the great Arctic
ice-sheet once pressed over Northern Europe.  The barrier surface, seen
from the sea, is of a faint golden brown colour. It terminates usually
in cliffs ranging from 10 to 300 ft. in height,  but in a very few
places sweeps down level with the sea. The cliffs are of dazzling
whiteness, with wonderful blue shadows. Far inland higher slopes can be
seen, appearing like dim blue or faint golden fleecy clouds.  These
distant slopes have increased in nearness and clearness as we have come
to the south-west, while the barrier cliffs here are higher and
apparently firmer.  We are now close to the junction with Luitpold
Land.  At this southern end of the Caird Coast the ice-sheet,
undulating over the hidden and imprisoned land, is bursting down a
steep slope in tremendous glaciers, bristling with ridges and spikes of
ice and seamed by thousands of crevasses.  Along the whole length of
the coast we have seen no bare land or rock.  Not as much as a solitary
nunatak has appeared to relieve the surface of ice and snow.  But the
upward sweep of the ice-slopes towards the horizon and the ridges,
terraces, and crevasses that appear as the ice approaches the sea tell
of the hills and valleys that lie below."

The 'Endurance' lay under the lee of the stranded berg until 7 a.m. on
January 18.  The gale had moderated by that time, and we proceeded
under sail to the south-west through a lane that had opened along the
glacier-front.  We skirted the glacier till 9.30 a.m., when it ended in
two bays, open to the north-west but sheltered by stranded bergs to the
west.  The coast beyond trended south-south-west with a gentle land-
slope.

"The pack now forces us to go west 14 miles, when we break through a
long line of heavy brash mixed with large lumps and 'growlers' We do
this under the fore-topsail only, the engines being stopped to protect
the propeller.  This takes us into open water, where we make S. 50 W.
for 24 miles.  Then we again encounter pack which forces us to the
north-west for 10 miles, when we are brought up by heavy snow-lumps,
brash, and large, loose floes.  The character of the pack shows change.
The floes are very thick and are covered by deep snow. The brash
between the floes is so thick and heavy that we cannot push through
without a great expenditure of power, and then for a short distance
only.  We therefore lie to for a while to see if the pack opens at all
when this north-east wind ceases."

Our position on the morning of the 19th was lat. 76 34 S., long. 31
30 W.  The weather was good, but no advance could be made.  The ice
had closed around the ship during the night, and no water could be seen
in any direction from the deck.  A few lanes were in sight from the
mast-head.  We sounded in 312 fathoms, finding mud, sand, and pebbles.
The land showed faintly to the east.  We waited for the conditions to
improve, and the scientists took the opportunity to dredge for
biological and geological specimens.  During the night a moderate north-
easterly gale sprang up, and a survey of the position on the 20th
showed that the ship was firmly beset.  The ice was packed heavily and
firmly all round the 'Endurance' in every direction as far as the eye
could reach from the masthead.  There was nothing to be done till the
conditions changed, and we waited through that day and the succeeding
days with increasing anxiety.  The east-north-easterly gale that had
forced us to take shelter behind the stranded berg on the 16th had
veered later to the north-east, and it continued with varying intensity
until the 22nd.  Apparently this wind had crowded the ice into the
bight of the Weddell Sea, and the ship was now drifting south-west with
the floes which had enclosed it.  A slight movement of the ice round
the ship caused the rudder to become dangerously jammed on the 21st,
and we had to cut away the ice with ice-chisels, heavy pieces of iron
with 6-ft. wooden hafts.  We kept steam up in readiness for a move if
the opportunity offered, and the engines running full speed ahead
helped to clear the rudder.  Land was in sight to the east and south
about sixteen miles distant on the 22nd.  The land-ice seemed to be
faced with ice-cliffs at most points, but here and there slopes ran
down to sea-level.  Large crevassed areas in terraces parallel with the
coast showed where the ice was moving down over foot-hills.  The inland
ice appeared for the most part to be undulating, smooth, and easy to
march over, but many crevasses might have been concealed from us by the
surface snow or by the absence of shadows.  I thought that the land
probably rose to a height of 5000 ft. forty or fifty miles inland.  The
accurate estimation of heights and distances in the Antarctic is always
difficult, owing to the clear air, the confusing monotony of colouring,
and the deceptive effect of mirage and refraction. The land appeared to
increase in height to the southward, where we saw a line of land or
barrier that must have been seventy miles, and possibly was even more
distant.

Sunday, January 24, was a clear sunny day, with gentle easterly and
southerly breezes.  No open water could be seen from the mast-head, but
there was a slight water-sky to the west and north-west.  "This is the
first time for ten days that the wind has varied from north-east and
east, and on five of these days it has risen to a gale. Evidently the
ice has become firmly packed in this quarter, and we must wait
patiently till a southerly gale occurs or currents open the ice.  We
are drifting slowly.  The position to-day was 76 49 S., 33 51 W.
Worsley and James, working on the floe with a Kew magnetometer, found
the variation to be six degrees west." Just before midnight a crack
developed in the ice five yards wide and a mile long, fifty yards ahead
of the ship.  The crack had widened to a quarter of a mile by 10 a.m.
on the 25th, and for three hours we tried to force the ship into this
opening with engines at full speed ahead and all sails set.  The sole
effect was to wash some ice away astern and clear the rudder, and after
convincing myself that the ship was firmly held I abandoned the
attempt. Later in the day Crean and two other men were over the side on
a stage chipping at a large piece of ice that had got under the ship
and appeared to be impeding her movement.  The ice broke away suddenly,
shot upward and overturned, pinning Crean between the stage and the
haft of the heavy 11-ft. iron pincher.  He was in danger for a few
moments, but we got him clear, suffering merely from a few bad bruises.
The thick iron bar had been bent against him to an angle of 45 degrees.

The days that followed were uneventful.  Moderate breezes from the
east and south-west had no apparent effect upon the ice, and the ship
remained firmly held.  On the 27th, the tenth day of inactivity, I
decided to let the fires out.  We had been burning half a ton of coal a
day to keep steam in the boilers, and as the bunkers now contained only
67 tons, representing thirty-three days' steaming, we could not afford
to continue this expenditure of fuel.  Land still showed to the east
and south when the horizon was clear.  The biologist was securing some
interesting specimens with the hand-dredge at various depths.  A
sounding on the 26th gave 360 fathoms, and another on the 29th 449
fathoms.  The drift was to the west, and an observation on the 31st
(Sunday) showed that the ship had made eight miles during the week.
James and Hudson rigged the wireless in the hope of hearing the monthly
message from the Falkland Islands.  This message would be due about
3.20 a.m. on the following morning, but James was doubtful about
hearing anything with our small apparatus at a distance of 1630 miles
from the dispatching station.  We heard nothing, as a matter of fact,
and later efforts were similarly unsuccessful. The conditions would
have been difficult even for a station of high power.

We were accumulating gradually a stock of seal meat during these days
of waiting.  Fresh meat for the dogs was needed, and seal-steaks and
liver made a very welcome change from the ship's rations aboard the
'Endurance'.  Four crab-eaters and three Weddells, over a ton of meat
for dog and man, fell to our guns on February 2, and all hands were
occupied most of the day getting the carcasses back to the ship over
the rough ice.  We rigged three sledges for man-haulage and brought the
seals about two miles, the sledging parties being guided among the
ridges and pools by semaphore from the crow's-nest.  Two more seals
were sighted on the far side of a big pool, but I did not allow them to
be pursued.  Some of the ice was in a treacherous condition, with thin
films hiding cracks and pools, and I did not wish to risk an accident.

A crack about four miles long opened in the floe to the stern of the
ship on the 3rd.  The narrow lane in front was still open, but the
prevailing light breezes did not seem likely to produce any useful
movement in the ice.  Early on the morning of the 5th a north-easterly
gale sprang up, bringing overcast skies and thick snow. Soon the pack
was opening and closing without much loosening effect. At noon the ship
gave a sudden start and heeled over three degrees. Immediately
afterwards a crack ran from the bows to the lead ahead and another to
the lead astern.  I thought it might be possible to reeve the ship
through one of these leads towards open water, but we could see no
water through the thick snow; and before steam was raised, and while
the view was still obscured, the pack closed again. The northerly gale
had given place to light westerly breezes on the 6th.  The pack seemed
to be more solid than ever.  It stretched almost unbroken to the
horizon in every direction, and the situation was made worse by very
low temperatures in succeeding days.  The temperature was down to zero
on the night of the 7th and was two degrees below zero on the 8th. This
cold spell in midsummer was most unfortunate from our point of view,
since it cemented the pack and tightened the grip of the ice upon the
ship.  The slow drift to the south-west continued, and we caught
occasional glimpses of distant uplands on the eastern horizon.  The
position on the 7th was lat. 76 57 S., long. 35 7 W.  Soundings on
the 6th and 8th found glacial mud at 630 and 529 fathoms.

The 'Endurance' was lying in a pool covered by young ice on the 9th.
The solid floes had loosened their grip on the ship itself, but they
were packed tightly all around.  The weather was foggy. We felt a
slight northerly swell coming through the pack, and the movement gave
rise to hope that there was open water near to us. At 11 a.m. a long
crack developed in the pack, running east and west as far as we could
see through the fog, and I ordered steam to be raised in the hope of
being able to break away into this lead. The effort failed.  We could
break the young ice in the pool, but the pack defied us.  The attempt
was renewed on the 11th, a fine clear day with blue sky.  The
temperature was still low, -2 Fahr. at midnight.  After breaking
through some young ice the 'Endurance' became jammed against soft floe.
The engines running full speed astern produced no effect until all
hands joined in "sallying" ship.  The dog-kennels amidships made it
necessary for the people to gather aft, where they rushed from side to
side in a mass in the confined space around the wheel.  This was a
ludicrous affair, the men falling over one another amid shouts of
laughter without producing much effect on the ship.  She remained fast,
while all hands jumped at the word of command, but finally slid off
when the men were stamping hard at the double.  We were now in a
position to take advantage of any opening that might appear.  The ice
was firm around us, and as there seemed small chance of making a move
that day, I had the motor crawler and warper put out on the floe for a
trial run.  The motor worked most successfully, running at about six
miles an hour over slabs and ridges of ice hidden by a foot or two of
soft snow.  The surface was worse than we would expect to face on land
or barrier-ice. The motor warped itself back on a 500-fathom steel wire
and was taken aboard again. "From the mast-head the mirage is
continually giving us false alarms. Everything wears an aspect of
unreality.  Icebergs hang upside down in the sky; the land appears as
layers of silvery or golden cloud.  Cloud-banks look like land,
icebergs masquerade as islands or nunataks, and the distant barrier to
the south is thrown into view, although it really is outside our range
of vision.  Worst of all is the deceptive appearance of open water,
caused by the refraction of distant water, or by the sun shining at an
angle on a field of smooth snow or the face of ice-cliffs below the
horizon."

The second half of February produced no important change in our
situation.  Early in the morning of the 14th I ordered a good head of
steam on the engines and sent all hands on to the floe with ice-
chisels, prickers, saws, and picks.  We worked all day and throughout
most of the next day in a strenuous effort to get the ship into the
lead ahead.  The men cut away the young ice before the bows and pulled
it aside with great energy.  After twenty-four hours' labour we had got
the ship a third of the way to the lead. But about 400 yards of heavy
ice, including old rafted pack, still separated the 'Endurance' from
the water, and reluctantly I had to admit that further effort was
useless.  Every opening we made froze up again quickly owing to the
unseasonably low temperature. The young ice was elastic and prevented
the ship delivering a strong, splitting blow to the floe, while at the
same time it held the older ice against any movement.  The abandonment
of the attack was a great disappointment to all hands.  The men had
worked long hours without thought of rest, and they deserved success.
But the task was beyond our powers.  I had not abandoned hope of
getting clear, but was counting now on the possibility of having to
spend a winter in the inhospitable arms of the pack.  The sun, which
had been above the horizon for two months, set at midnight on the 17th,
and, although it would not disappear until April, its slanting rays
warned us of the approach of winter. Pools and leads appeared
occasionally, but they froze over very quickly.

We continued to accumulate a supply of seal meat and blubber, and the
excursions across the floes to shoot and bring in the seals provided
welcome exercise for all hands.  Three crab-eater cows shot on the 21st
were not accompanied by a bull, and blood was to be seen about the hole
from which they had crawled.  We surmised that the bull had become the
prey of one of the killer-whales. These aggressive creatures were to be
seen often in the lanes and pools, and we were always distrustful of
their ability or willingness to discriminate between seal and man.  A
lizard-like head would show while the killer gazed along the floe with
wicked eyes.  Then the brute would dive, to come up a few moments
later, perhaps, under some unfortunate seal reposing on the ice.
Worsley examined a spot where a killer had smashed a hole 8 ft. by 12
ft. in 12 in. of hard ice, covered by 2 in. of snow.  Big blocks of
ice had been tossed on to the floe surface.  Wordie, engaged in
measuring the thickness of young ice, went through to his waist one day
just as a killer rose to blow in the adjacent lead.  His companions
pulled him out hurriedly.

On the 22nd the 'Endurance' reached the farthest south point of her
drift, touching the 77th parallel of latitude in long. 35 W. The
summer had gone; indeed the summer had scarcely been with us at all.
The temperatures were low day and night, and the pack was freezing
solidly around the ship.  The thermometer recorded 10 below zero Fahr.
at 2 a.m. on the 22nd.  Some hours earlier we had watched a wonderful
golden mist to the southward, where the rays of the declining sun shone
through vapour rising from the ice. All normal standards of perspective
vanish under such conditions, and the low ridges of the pack, with mist
lying between them, gave the illusion of a wilderness of mountain-peaks
like the Bernese Oberland.  I could not doubt now that the 'Endurance'
was confined for the winter. Gentle breezes from the east, south, and
south-west did not disturb the hardening floes.  The seals were
disappearing and the birds were leaving us.  The land showed still in
fair weather on the distant horizon, but it was beyond our reach now,
and regrets for havens that lay behind us were vain.

"We must wait for the spring, which may bring us better fortune. If I
had guessed a month ago that the ice would grip us here, I would have
established our base at one of the landing-places at the great glacier.
But there seemed no reason to anticipate then that the fates would
prove unkind.  This calm weather with intense cold in a summer month is
surely exceptional.  My chief anxiety is the drift. Where will the
vagrant winds and currents carry the ship during the long winter months
that are ahead of us?  We will go west, no doubt, but how far?  And
will it be possible to break out of the pack early in the spring and
reach Vahsel Bay or some other suitable landing-place?  These are
momentous questions for us."

On February 24 we ceased to observe ship routine, and the 'Endurance'
became a winter station.  All hands were on duty during the day and
slept at night, except a watchman who looked after the dogs and watched
for any sign of movement in the ice.  We cleared a space of 10 ft. by
20 ft. round the rudder and propeller, sawing through ice 2 ft. thick,
and lifting the blocks with a pair of tongs made by the carpenter.
Crean used the blocks to make an ice-house for the dog Sally, which had
added a little litter of pups to the strength of the expedition.  Seals
appeared occasionally, and we killed all that came within our reach.
They represented fuel as well as food for men and dogs.  Orders were
given for the after-hold to be cleared and the stores checked, so that
we might know exactly how we stood for a siege by an Antarctic winter.
The dogs went off the ship on the following day.  Their kennels were
placed on the floe along the length of a wire rope to which the leashes
were fastened. The dogs seemed heartily glad to leave the ship, and
yelped loudly and joyously as they were moved to their new quarters. We
had begun the training of teams, and already there was keen rivalry
between the drivers.  The flat floes and frozen leads in the
neighbourhood of the ship made excellent training grounds. Hockey and
football on the floe were our chief recreations, and all hands joined
in many a strenuous game.  Worsley took a party to the floe on the 26th
and started building a line of igloos and "dogloos" round the ship.
These little buildings were constructed, Esquimaux fashion, of big
blocks of ice, with thin sheets for the roofs.  Boards or frozen
sealskins were placed over all, snow was piled on top and pressed into
the joints, and then water was thrown over the structures to make
everything firm. The ice was packed down flat inside and covered with
snow for the dogs, which preferred, however, to sleep outside except
when the weather was extraordinarily severe.  The tethering of the dogs
was a simple matter.  The end of a chain was buried about eight inches
in the snow, some fragments of ice were pressed around it, and a little
water poured over all.  The icy breath of the Antarctic cemented it in
a few moments.  Four dogs which had been ailing were shot.  Some of the
dogs were suffering badly from worms, and the remedies at our disposal,
unfortunately, were not effective. All the fit dogs were being
exercised in the sledges, and they took to the work with enthusiasm.
Sometimes their eagerness to be off and away produced laughable
results, but the drivers learned to be alert.  The wireless apparatus
was still rigged, but we listened in vain for the Saturday-night time
signals from New Year Island, ordered for our benefit by the Argentine
Government.  On Sunday the 28th, Hudson waited at 2 a.m. for the Port
Stanley monthly signals, but could hear nothing. Evidently the
distances were too great for our small plant.



CHAPTER III

WINTER MONTHS


The month of March opened with a severe north-easterly gale.  Five
Weddells and two crab-eaters were shot on the floe during the morning
of March 1, and the wind, with fine drifting snow, sprang up while the
carcasses were being brought in by sledging parties.  The men were
compelled to abandon some of the blubber and meat, and they had a
struggle to get back to the ship over the rough ice in the teeth of the
storm.  This gale continued until the 3rd, and all hands were employed
clearing out the 'tween decks, which was to be converted into a living-
and dining-room for officers and scientists. The carpenter erected in
this room the stove that had been intended for use in the shore hut,
and the quarters were made very snug. The dogs appeared indifferent to
the blizzard.  They emerged occasionally from the drift to shake
themselves and bark, but were content most of the time to lie, curled
into tight balls, under the snow.  One of the old dogs, Saint, died on
the night of the 2nd, and the doctors reported that the cause of death
was appendicitis.

When the gale cleared we found that the pack had been driven in from
the north-east and was now more firmly consolidated than before.  A new
berg, probably fifteen miles in length, had appeared on the northern
horizon.  The bergs within our circle of vision had all become familiar
objects, and we had names for some of them. Apparently they were all
drifting with the pack.  The sighting of a new berg was of more than
passing interest, since in that comparatively shallow sea it would be
possible for a big berg to become stranded.  Then the island of ice
would be a centre of tremendous pressure and disturbance amid the
drifting pack.  We had seen something already of the smashing effect of
a contest between berg and floe, and had no wish to have the helpless
'Endurance' involved in such a battle of giants.  During the 3rd the
seal meat and blubber was re-stowed on hummocks around the ship.  The
frozen masses had been sinking into the floe.  Ice, though hard and
solid to the touch, is never firm against heavy weights.  An article
left on the floe for any length of time is likely to sink into the
surface-ice.  Then the salt water will percolate through and the
article will become frozen into the body of the floe.

Clear weather followed the gale, and we had a series of mock suns and
parhelia.  Minus temperatures were the rule, 21 below zero Fahr. being
recorded on the 6th.  We made mattresses for the dogs by stuffing sacks
with straw and rubbish, and most of the animals were glad to receive
this furnishing in their kennels. Some of them had suffered through the
snow melting with the heat of their bodies and then freezing solid.
The scientific members of the expedition were all busy by this time.
The meteorologist had got his recording station, containing anemometer,
barograph, and thermograph, rigged over the stern.  The geologist was
making the best of what to him was an unhappy situation; but was not
altogether without material.  The pebbles found in the penguins were
often of considerable interest, and some fragments of rock were brought
up from the sea floor with the sounding-lead and the drag-net.  On the
7th Wordie and Worsley found some small pebbles, a piece of moss, a
perfect bivalve shell, and some dust on a berg fragment, and brought
their treasure-trove proudly to the ship. Clark was using the drag-net
frequently in the leads and secured good hauls of plankton, with
occasional specimens of greater scientific interest.  Seals were not
plentiful, but our store of meat and blubber grew gradually.  All hands
ate seal meat with relish and would not have cared to become dependent
on the ship's tinned meat.  We preferred the crab-eater to the Weddell,
which is a very sluggish beast.  The crab-eater seemed cleaner and
healthier. The killer-whales were still with us.  On the 8th we
examined a spot where the floe-ice had been smashed up by a blow from
beneath, delivered presumably by a large whale in search of a breathing-
place. The force that had been exercised was astonishing. Slabs of ice
3 ft. thick, and weighing tons, had been tented upwards over a circular
area with a diameter of about 25 ft., and cracks radiated outwards for
more than 20 ft.

The quarters in the 'tween decks were completed by the 10th, and the
men took possession of the cubicles that had been built.  The largest
cubicle contained Macklin, McIlroy, Hurley, and Hussey and it was named
"The Billabong."  Clark and Wordie lived opposite in a room called
"Auld Reekie."  Next came the abode of "The Nuts" or engineers,
followed by  "The Sailors' Rest," inhabited by Cheetham and McNeish.
"The Anchorage" and "The Fumarole" were on the other side.  The new
quarters became known as "The Ritz," and meals were served there
instead of in the ward room.  Breakfast was at 9 a.m., lunch at 1 p.m.,
tea at 4 p.m., and dinner at 6 p.m. Wild, Marston, Crean, and Worsley
established themselves in cubicles in the wardroom, and by the middle
of the month all hands had settled down to the winter routine.  I lived
alone aft.

Worsley, Hurley, and Wordie made a journey to a big berg, called by us
the Rampart Berg, on the 11th.  The distance out was 7 miles, and the
party covered a total distance of about 17 miles. Hurley took some
photographs and Wordie came back rejoicing with a little dust and some
moss.

"Within a radius of one mile round the berg there is thin young ice,
strong enough to march over with care," wrote Worsley.  "The area of
dangerous pressure, as regards a ship, does not seem to extend for more
than a quarter of a mile from the berg.  Here there are cracks and
constant slight movement, which becomes exciting to the traveller when
he feels a piece of ice gradually upending beneath his feet. Close to
the berg the pressure makes all sorts of quaint noises.  We heard
tapping as from a hammer, grunts, groans and squeaks, electric trams
running, birds singing, kettles boiling noisily, and an occasional
swish as a large piece of ice, released from pressure, suddenly jumped
or turned over.  We noticed all sorts of quaint effects, such as huge
bubbles or domes of ice, 40 ft. across and 4 or 5 ft. high.  Large
sinuous pancake-sheets were spread over the floe in places, and in one
spot we counted five such sheets, each about 2 in. thick, imbricated
under one another.  They look as though made of barley-sugar and are
very slippery."

The noon position on the 14th was lat. 76 54 S., long. 36 10 W.
The land was visible faintly to the south-east, distant about 36 miles.
A few small leads could be seen from the ship, but the ice was firm in
our neighbourhood. The drift of the 'Endurance' was still towards the
north-west.

I had the boilers blown down on the 15th, and the consumption of 2
cwt. of coal per day to keep the boilers from freezing then ceased. The
bunkers still contained 52 tons of coal, and the daily consumption in
the stoves was about 2 cwt.  There would not be much coal left for
steaming purposes in the spring, but I anticipated eking out the supply
with blubber. A moderate gale from the north-east on the 17th brought
fine, penetrating snow. The weather cleared in the evening, and a
beautiful crimson sunset held our eyes.  At the same time the ice-
cliffs of the land were thrown up in the sky by mirage, with an
apparent reflection in open water, though the land itself could not be
seen definitely. The effect was repeated in an exaggerated form on the
following day, when the ice-cliffs were thrown up above the horizon in
double and treble parallel lines, some inverted.  The mirage was due
probably to lanes of open water near the land.  The water would be
about 30 warmer than the air and would cause warmed strata to ascend.
A sounding gave 606 fathoms, with a bottom of glacial mud.  Six days
later, on the 24th, the depth was 419 fathoms. We were drifting
steadily, and the constant movement, coupled with the appearance of
lanes near the land, convinced me that we must stay by the ship till
she got clear.  I had considered the possibility of making a landing
across the ice in the spring, but the hazards of such an undertaking
would be too great.

The training of the dogs in sledge teams was making progress. The
orders used by the drivers were "Mush" (Go on), "Gee" (Right), "Haw"
(Left), and "Whoa" (Stop).  These are the words that the Canadian
drivers long ago adopted, borrowing them originally from England. There
were many fights at first, until the dogs learned their positions and
their duties, but as days passed drivers and teams became efficient.
Each team had its leader, and efficiency depended largely on the
willingness and ability of this dog to punish skulking and disobedience.
We learned not to interfere unless the disciplinary measures threatened
to have a fatal termination.  The drivers could sit on the sledge and
jog along at ease if they chose. But the prevailing minus temperatures
made riding unpopular, and the men preferred usually to run or walk
alongside the teams.  We were still losing dogs through sickness, due
to stomach and intestinal worms.

Dredging for specimens at various depths was one of the duties during
these days.  The dredge and several hundred fathoms of wire line made a
heavy load, far beyond the unaided strength of the scientists.  On the
23rd, for example, we put down a 2 ft. dredge and 650 fathoms of wire.
The dredge was hove in four hours later and brought much glacial mud,
several pebbles and rock fragments, three sponges, some worms,
brachiapods, and foraminiferae.  The mud was troublesome.  It was heavy
to lift, and as it froze rapidly when brought to the surface, the
recovery of the specimens embedded in it was difficult.  A haul made on
the 26th brought a prize for the geologist in the form of a lump of
sandstone weighing 75 lbs., a piece of fossiliferous limestone, a
fragment of striated shale, sandstone-grit, and some pebbles.  Hauling
in the dredge by hand was severe work, and on the 24th we used the
Girling tractor-motor, which brought in 500 fathoms of line in thirty
minutes, including stops. One stop was due to water having run over the
friction gear and frozen.  It was a day or two later that we heard a
great yell from the floe and found Clark dancing about and shouting
Scottish war-cries.  He had secured his first complete specimen of an
Antarctic fish, apparently a new species.

Mirages were frequent.  Barrier-cliffs appeared all around us on the
29th, even in places where we knew there was deep water.

"Bergs and pack are thrown up in the sky and distorted into the most
fantastic shapes.  They climb, trembling, upwards, spreading out into
long lines at different levels, then contract and fall down, leaving
nothing but an uncertain, wavering smudge which comes and goes.
Presently the smudge swells and grows, taking shape until it presents
the perfect inverted reflection of a berg on the horizon, the shadow
hovering over the substance.  More smudges appear at different points
on the horizon.  These spread out into long lines till they meet, and
we are girdled by lines of shining snow-cliffs, laved at their bases by
waters of illusion in which they appear to be faithfully reflected.  So
the shadows come and go silently, melting away finally as the sun
declines to the west. We seem to be drifting helplessly in a strange
world of unreality. It is reassuring to feel the ship beneath one's
feet and to look down at the familiar line of kennels and igloos on the
solid floe."

The floe was not so solid as it appeared.  We had reminders
occasionally that the greedy sea was very close, and that the floe was
but a treacherous friend, which might open suddenly beneath us. Towards
the end of the month I had our store of seal meat and blubber brought
aboard.  The depth as recorded by a sounding on the last day of March
was 256 fathoms.  The continuous shoaling from 606 fathoms in a drift
of 39 miles N. 26 W. in thirty days was interesting.  The sea shoaled
as we went north, either to east or to west, and the fact suggested
that the contour-lines ran east and west, roughly.  Our total drift
between January 19, when the ship was frozen in, and March 31, a period
of seventy-one days, had been 95 miles in a N. 80 W. direction.  The
icebergs around us had not changed their relative positions.

The sun sank lower in the sky, the temperatures became lower, and the
'Endurance' felt the grip of the icy hand of winter. Two north-easterly
gales in the early part of April assisted to consolidate the pack.  The
young ice was thickening rapidly, and though leads were visible
occasionally from the ship, no opening of a considerable size appeared
in our neighbourhood.  In the early morning of April 1 we listened
again for the wireless signals from Port Stanley.  The crew had lashed
three 20-ft. rickers to the mast-heads in order to increase the spread
of our aerials, but still we failed to hear anything.  The rickers had
to come down subsequently, since we found that the gear could not carry
the accumulating weight of rime. Soundings proved that the sea
continued to shoal as the 'Endurance' drifted to the north-west. The
depth on April 2 was 262 fathoms, with a bottom of glacial mud. Four
weeks later a sounding gave 172 fathoms.  The presence of grit in the
bottom samples towards the end of the month suggested that we were
approaching land again.

The month was not uneventful.  During the night of the 3rd we heard
the ice grinding to the eastward, and in the morning we saw that young
ice was rafted 8 to 10 ft. high in places.  This was the first murmur
of the danger that was to reach menacing proportions in later months.
The ice was heard grinding and creaking during the 4th and the ship
vibrated slightly.  The movement of the floe was sufficiently
pronounced to interfere with the magnetic work.  I gave orders that
accumulations of snow, ice, and rubbish alongside the 'Endurance'
should be shovelled away, so that in case of pressure there would be no
weight against the topsides to check the ship rising above the ice. All
hands were busy with pick and shovel during the day, and moved many
tons of material.  Again, on the 9th, there were signs of pressure.
Young ice was piled up to a height of 11 ft. astern of the ship, and
the old floe was cracked in places.  The movement was not serious, but
I realized that it might be the beginning of trouble for the
Expedition.  We brought certain stores aboard and provided space on
deck for the dogs in case they had to be removed from the floe at short
notice.  We had run a 500-fathom steel wire round the ship, snow-huts,
and kennels, with a loop out to the lead ahead, where the dredge was
used.  This wire was supported on ice-pillars, and it served as a guide
in bad weather when the view was obscured by driving snow and a man
might have lost himself altogether.  I had this wire cut in five
places, since otherwise it might have been dragged across our section
of the floe with damaging effect in the event of the ice splitting
suddenly.

The dogs had been divided into six teams of nine dogs each.  Wild,
Crean, Macklin, McIlroy, Marston, and Hurley each had charge of a team,
and were fully responsible for the exercising, training, and feeding of
their own dogs.  They called in one of the surgeons when an animal was
sick.  We were still losing some dogs through worms, and it was
unfortunate that the doctors had not the proper remedies. Worm-powders
were to have been provided by the expert Canadian dog-driver I had
engaged before sailing for the south, and when this man did not join
the Expedition the matter was overlooked.  We had fifty-four dogs and
eight pups early in April, but several were ailing, and the number of
mature dogs was reduced to fifty by the end of the month. Our store of
seal meat amounted now to about 5000 lbs., and I calculated that we had
enough meat and blubber to feed the dogs for ninety days without
trenching upon the sledging rations.  The teams were working well,
often with heavy loads.  The biggest dog was Hercules, who tipped the
beam at 86 lbs.  Samson was 11 lbs. lighter, but he justified his name
one day by starting off at a smart pace with a sledge carrying 200 lbs.
of blubber and a driver.

A new berg that was going to give us some cause for anxiety made its
appearance on the 14th.  It was a big berg, and we noticed as it lay on
the north-west horizon that it had a hummocky, crevassed appearance at
the east end.  During the day this berg increased its apparent altitude
and changed its bearing slightly. Evidently it was aground and was
holding its position against the drifting pack.  A sounding at 11 a.m.
gave 197 fathoms, with a hard stony or rocky bottom.  During the next
twenty-four hours the 'Endurance' moved steadily towards the crevassed
berg, which doubled its altitude in that time.  We could see from the
mast-head that the pack was piling and rafting against the mass of ice,
and it was easy to imagine what would be the fate of the ship if she
entered the area of disturbance. She would be crushed like an egg-shell
amid the shattering masses.

Worsley was in the crow's-nest on the evening of the 15th, watching
for signs of land to the westward, and he reported an interesting
phenomenon.  The sun set amid a glow of prismatic colours on a line of
clouds just above the horizon.  A minute later Worsley saw a golden
glow, which expanded as he watched it, and presently the sun appeared
again and rose a semi-diameter clear above the western horizon.  He
hailed Crean, who from a position on the floe 90 ft. below the crow's-
nest also saw the re-born sun. A quarter of an hour later from the deck
Worsley saw the sun set a second time.  This strange phenomenon was due
to mirage or refraction. We attributed it to an ice-crack to the
westward, where the band of open water had heated a stratum of air.

The drift of the pack was not constant, and during the succeeding days
the crevassed berg alternately advanced and receded as the 'Endurance'
moved with the floe.  On Sunday, April 18, it was only seven miles
distant from the ship.

"It is a large berg, about three-quarters of a mile long on the side
presented to us and probably well over 200 ft. high.  It is heavily
crevassed, as though it once formed the serac portion of a glacier. Two
specially wide and deep chasms across it from south-east to north-west
give it the appearance of having broken its back on the shoal-ground.
Huge masses of pressure-ice are piled against its cliffs to a height of
about 60 ft., showing the stupendous force that is being brought to
bear upon it by the drifting pack.  The berg must be very firmly
aground.  We swing the arrow on the current-meter frequently and watch
with keen attention to see where it will come to rest. Will it point
straight for the berg, showing that our drift is in that direction? It
swings slowly round.  It points to the north-east end of the berg, then
shifts slowly to the centre and seems to stop; but it moves again and
swings 20 degrees clear of our enemy to the south-west.... We notice
that two familiar bergs, the Rampart Berg and the Peak Berg, have moved
away from the ship.  Probably they also have grounded or dragged on the
shoal."

A strong drift to the westward during the night of the 18th relieved
our anxiety by carrying the 'Endurance' to the lee of the crevassed
berg, which passed out of our range of vision before the end of the
month.

We said good-bye to the sun on May 1 and entered the period of
twilight that would be followed by the darkness of midwinter. The sun
by the aid of refraction just cleared the horizon at noon and set
shortly before 2 p.m.  A fine aurora in the evening was dimmed by the
full moon, which had risen on April 27 and would not set again until
May 6.  The disappearance of the sun is apt to be a depressing event in
the polar regions, where the long months of darkness involve mental as
well as physical strain.  But the 'Endurance's' company refused to
abandon their customary cheerfulness, and a concert in the evening made
the Ritz a scene of noisy merriment, in strange contrast with the cold,
silent world that lay outside. "One feels our helplessness as the long
winter night closes upon us. By this time, if fortune had smiled upon
the Expedition, we would have been comfortably and securely established
in a shore base, with depots laid to the south and plans made for the
long march in the spring and summer.  Where will we make a landing now?
It is not easy to forecast the future.  The ice may open in the spring,
but by that time we will be far to the north-west.  I do not think we
shall be able to work back to Vahsel Bay.  There are possible landing-
places on the western coast of the Weddell Sea, but can we reach any
suitable spot early enough to attempt the overland journey next year?
Time alone will tell.  I do not think any member of the Expedition is
disheartened by our disappointment.  All hands are cheery and busy, and
will do their best when the time for action comes.  In the meantime we
must wait."

The ship's position on Sunday, May 2, was lat. 75 23 S., long. 42
14 W.  The temperature at noon was 5 below zero Fahr., and the sky
was overcast. A seal was sighted from the mast-head at lunch-time, and
five men, with two dog teams, set off after the prize.  They had an
uncomfortable journey outward in the dim, diffused light, which cast no
shadows and so gave no warning of irregularities in the white surface.
It is a strange sensation to be running along on apparently smooth snow
and to fall suddenly into an unseen hollow, or bump against a ridge.

"After going out three miles to the eastward," wrote Worsley in
describing this seal-hunt, "we range up and down but find nothing,
until from a hummock I fancy I see something apparently a mile away,
but probably little more than half that distance.  I ran for it, found
the seal, and with a shout brought up the others at the double. The
seal was a big Weddell, over 10 ft. long and weighing more than 800
lbs.  But Soldier, one of the team leaders, went for its throat without
a moment's hesitation, and we had to beat off the dogs before we could
shoot the seal.  We caught five or six gallons of blood in a tin for
the dogs, and let the teams have a drink of fresh blood from the seal.
The light was worse than ever on our return, and we arrived back in the
dark.  Sir Ernest met us with a lantern and guided us into the lead
astern and thence to the ship."

This was the first seal we had secured since March 19, and the meat
and blubber made a welcome addition to the stores.

Three emperor penguins made their appearance in a lead west of the
ship on May 3.  They pushed their heads through the young ice while two
of the men were standing by the lead.  The men imitated the emperor's
call and walked slowly, penguin fashion, away from the lead.  The birds
in succession made a magnificent leap 3 ft. clear from the water on to
the young ice.  Thence they tobogganed to the bank and followed the men
away from the lead.  Their retreat was soon cut off by a line of men.

"We walk up to them, talking loudly and assuming a threatening aspect.
Notwithstanding our bad manners, the three birds turn towards us,
bowing ceremoniously.  Then, after a closer inspection, they conclude
that we are undesirable acquaintances and make off across the floe.  We
head them off and finally shepherd them close to the ship, where the
frenzied barking of the dogs so frightens them that they make a
determined effort to break through the line. We seize them.  One bird
of philosophic mien goes quietly, led by one flipper.  The others show
fight, but all are imprisoned in an igloo for the night....  In the
afternoon we see five emperors in the western lead and capture one.
Kerr and Cheetham fight a valiant action with two large birds.  Kerr
rushes at one, seizes it, and is promptly knocked down by the angered
penguin, which jumps on his chest before retiring.  Cheetham comes to
Kerr's assistance; and between them they seize another penguin, bind
his bill and lead him, muttering muffled protests, to the ship like an
inebriated old man between two policemen.  He weighs 85 lbs., or 5 lbs.
less than the heaviest emperor captured previously. Kerr and Cheetham
insist that he is nothing to the big fellow who escaped them."

This penguin's stomach proved to be filled with freshly caught fish up
to 10 in. long.  Some of the fish were of a coastal or littoral
variety.  Two more emperors were captured on the following day, and,
while Wordie was leading one of them towards the ship, Wild came along
with his team.  The dogs, uncontrollable in a moment, made a frantic
rush for the bird, and were almost upon him when their harness caught
upon an ice-pylon, which they had tried to pass on both sides at once.
The result was a seething tangle of dogs, traces, and men, and an
overturned sled, while the penguin, three yards away, nonchalantly and
indifferently surveyed the disturbance. He had never seen anything of
the kind before and had no idea at all that the strange disorder might
concern him.  Several cracks had opened in the neighbourhood of the
ship, and the emperor penguins, fat and glossy of plumage, were
appearing in considerable numbers. We secured nine of them on May 6, an
important addition to our supply of fresh food.

The sun, which had made "positively his last appearance" seven days
earlier, surprised us by lifting more than half its disk above the
horizon on May 8.  A glow on the northern horizon resolved itself into
the sun at 11 a.m. that day.  A quarter of an hour later the
unseasonable visitor disappeared again, only to rise again at 11.40
a.m., set at 1 p.m., rise at 1.10 p.m., and set lingeringly at 1.20
p.m.  These curious phenomena were due to refraction, which amounted to
2 37 at 1.20 p.m. The temperature was 15 below zero Fahr. and we
calculated that the refraction was 2 above normal.  In other words,
the sun was visible 120 miles farther south than the refraction tables
gave it any right to be.  The navigating officer naturally was
aggrieved.  He had informed all hands on May 1 that they would not see
the sun again for seventy days, and now had to endure the jeers of
friends who affected to believe that his observations were inaccurate
by a few degrees.

The 'Endurance' was drifting north-north-east under the influence of a
succession of westerly and south-westerly breezes.  The ship's head, at
the same time, swung gradually to the left, indicating that the floe in
which she was held was turning.  During the night of the 14th a very
pronounced swing occurred, and when daylight came at noon on the 15th
we observed a large lead running from the north-west horizon towards
the ship till it struck the western lead, circling ahead of the ship,
then continuing to the south-south-east. A lead astern connected with
this new lead on either side of the 'Endurance', thus separating our
floe completely from the main body of the pack.  A blizzard from the
south-east swept down during the 16th.  At 1 p.m. the blizzard lulled
for five minutes; then the wind jumped round to the opposite quarter
and the barometer rose suddenly. The centre of a cyclonic movement had
passed over us, and the compass recorded an extraordinarily rapid swing
of the floe.  I could see nothing through the mist and snow, and I
thought it possible that a magnetic storm or a patch of local magnetic
attraction had caused the compass, and not the floe, to swing, Our floe
was now about 2 miles long north and south and 3 miles wide east and
west.

The month of May passed with few incidents of importance.  Hurley, our
handy man, installed our small electric-lighting plant and placed
lights for occasional use in the observatory, the meteorological
station, and various other points.  We could not afford to use the
electric lamps freely.  Hurley also rigged two powerful lights on poles
projecting from the ship to port and starboard.  These lamps would
illuminate the "dogloos" brilliantly on the darkest winter's day and
would be invaluable in the event of the floe breaking during the dark
days of winter.  We could imagine what it would mean to get fifty dogs
aboard without lights while the floe was breaking and rafting under our
feet.  May 24, Empire Day, was celebrated with the singing of patriotic
songs in the Ritz, where all hands joined in wishing a speedy victory
for the British arms.  We could not know how the war was progressing,
but we hoped that the Germans had already been driven from France and
that the Russian armies had put the seal on the Allies' success. The
war was a constant subject of discussion aboard the 'Endurance', and
many campaigns were fought on the map during the long months of
drifting.  The moon in the latter part of May was sweeping continuously
through our starlit sky in great high circles. The weather generally
was good, with constant minus temperatures. The log on May 27 recorded:

"Brilliantly fine clear weather with bright moonlight throughout. The
moon's rays are wonderfully strong, making midnight seem as light as an
ordinary overcast midday in temperate climes.  The great clearness of
the atmosphere probably accounts for our having eight hours of twilight
with a beautiful soft golden glow to the northward. A little rime and
glazed frost are found aloft. The temperature is -20 Fahr.  A few
wisps of cirrus-cloud are seen and a little frost-smoke shows in one or
two directions, but the cracks and leads near the ship appear to have
frozen over again."

Crean had started to take the pups out for runs, and it was very
amusing to see them with their rolling canter just managing to keep
abreast by the sledge and occasionally cocking an eye with an appealing
look in the hope of being taken aboard for a ride.  As an addition to
their foster-father, Crean, the pups had adopted Amundsen.  They
tyrannized over him most unmercifully.  It was a common sight to see
him, the biggest dog in the pack, sitting out in the cold with an air
of philosophic resignation while a corpulent pup occupied the entrance
to his "dogloo."  The intruder was generally the pup Nelson, who just
showed his forepaws and face, and one was fairly sure to find Nelly,
Roger, and Toby coiled up comfortably behind him.  At hoosh-time Crean
had to stand by Amundsen's food, since otherwise the pups would eat the
big dog's ration while he stood back to give them fair play.  Sometimes
their consciences would smite them and they would drag round a seal's
head, half a penguin, or a large lump of frozen meat or blubber to
Amundsen's kennel for rent.  It was interesting to watch the big dog
play with them, seizing them by throat or neck in what appeared to be a
fierce fashion, while really quite gentle with them, and all the time
teaching them how to hold their own in the world and putting them up to
all the tricks of dog life.

The drift of the 'Endurance' in the grip of the pack continued without
incident of importance through June.  Pressure was reported
occasionally, but the ice in the immediate vicinity of the ship
remained firm.  The light was now very bad except in the period when
the friendly moon was above the horizon.  A faint twilight round about
noon of each day reminded us of the sun, and assisted us in the
important work of exercising the dogs.  The care of the teams was our
heaviest responsibility in those days.  The movement of the floes was
beyond all human control, and there was nothing to be gained by
allowing one's mind to struggle with the problems of the future, though
it was hard to avoid anxiety at times. The conditioning and training of
the dogs seemed essential, whatever fate might be in store for us, and
the teams were taken out by their drivers whenever the weather
permitted.  Rivalries arose, as might have been expected, and on the
15th of the month a great race, the "Antarctic Derby," took place.  It
was a notable event.  The betting had been heavy, and every man aboard
the ship stood to win or lose on the result of the contest.  Some money
had been staked, but the wagers that thrilled were those involving
stores of chocolate and cigarettes.  The course had been laid off from
Khyber Pass, at the eastern end of the old lead ahead of the ship, to a
point clear of the jib-boom, a distance of about 700 yds.  Five teams
went out in the dim noon twilight, with a zero temperature and an
aurora flickering faintly to the southward. The starting signal was to
be given by the flashing of a light on the meteorological station.  I
was appointed starter, Worsley was judge, and James was timekeeper.
The bos'n, with a straw hat added to his usual Antarctic attire, stood
on a box near the winning-post, and was assisted by a couple of shady
characters to shout the odds, which were displayed on a board hung
around his neck--6 to 4 on Wild, "evens" on Crean, 2 to 1 against
Hurley, 6 to 1 against Macklin, and 8 to 1 against McIlroy.  Canvas
handkerchiefs fluttered from an improvised grand stand, and the pups,
which had never seen such strange happenings before, sat round and
howled with excitement. The spectators could not see far in the dim
light, but they heard the shouts of the drivers as the teams approached
and greeted the victory of the favourite with a roar of cheering that
must have sounded strange indeed to any seals or penguins that happened
to be in our neighbourhood.  Wild's time was 2 min. 16 sec., or at the
rate of 10 miles per hour for the course.

We celebrated Midwinter's Day on the 22nd.  The twilight extended over
a period of about six hours that day, and there was a good light at
noon from the moon, and also a northern glow with wisps of beautiful
pink cloud along the horizon.  A sounding gave 262 fathoms with a mud
bottom.  No land was in sight from the mast-head, although our range of
vision extended probably a full degree to the westward. The day was
observed as a holiday, necessary work only being undertaken, and, after
the best dinner the cook could provide, all hands gathered in the Ritz,
where speeches, songs, and toasts occupied the evening.  After supper
at midnight we sang "God Save the King" and wished each other all
success in the days of sunshine and effort that lay ahead.  At this
time the 'Endurance' was making an unusually rapid drift to the north
under the influence of a fresh southerly to south-westerly breeze.  We
travelled 39 miles to the north in five days before a breeze that only
once attained the force of a gale and then for no more than an hour.
The absence of strong winds, in comparison with the almost unceasing
winter blizzards of the Ross Sea, was a feature of the Weddell Sea that
impressed itself upon me during the winter months.

Another race took place a few days after the "Derby."  The two crack
teams, driven by Hurley and Wild, met in a race from Khyber Pass.
Wild's team, pulling 910 lbs., or 130 lbs. per dog, covered the 700
yds. in 2 min. 9 sec., or at the rate of 11.1 miles per hour. Hurley's
team, with the same load, did the run in 2 min. 16 sec. The race was
awarded by the judge to Hurley owing to Wild failing to "weigh in"
correctly.  I happened to be a part of the load on his sledge, and a
skid over some new drift within fifty yards of the winning post
resulted in my being left on the snow.  It should be said in justice to
the dogs that this accident, while justifying the disqualification,
could not have made any material difference in the time.

The approach of the returning sun was indicated by beautiful sunrise
glows on the horizon in the early days of July.  We had nine hours'
twilight on the 10th, and the northern sky, low to the horizon, was
tinted with gold for about seven hours.  Numerous cracks and leads
extended in all directions to within 300 yds. of the ship.  Thin
wavering black lines close to the northern horizon were probably
distant leads refracted into the sky.  Sounds of moderate pressure came
to our ears occasionally, but the ship was not involved.  At midnight
on the 11th a crack in the lead ahead of the 'Endurance' opened out
rapidly, and by 2 a.m. was over 200 yds. wide in places with an area of
open water to the south-west. Sounds of pressure were heard along this
lead, which soon closed to a width of about 30 yds. and then froze
over.  The temperature at that time was -23 Fahr.

The most severe blizzard we had experienced in the Weddell Sea swept
down upon the 'Endurance' on the evening of the 13th, and by breakfast-
time on the following morning the kennels to the windward, or southern
side of the ship were buried under 5 ft. of drift.  I gave orders that
no man should venture beyond the kennels.  The ship was invisible at a
distance of fifty yards, and it was impossible to preserve one's sense
of direction in the raging wind and suffocating drift. To walk against
the gale was out of the question.  Face and eyes became snowed up
within two minutes, and serious frost-bites would have been the penalty
of perseverance.  The dogs stayed in their kennels for the most part,
the "old stagers" putting out a paw occasionally in order to keep open
a breathing-hole.  By evening the gale had attained a force of 60 or 70
miles an hour, and the ship was trembling under the attack.  But we
were snug enough in our quarters aboard until the morning of the 14th,
when all hands turned out to shovel the snow from deck and kennels.
The wind was still keen and searching, with a temperature of something
like -30 Fahr., and it was necessary for us to be on guard against
frost-bite.  At least 100 tons of snow were piled against the bows and
port side, where the weight of the drift had forced the floe downward.
The lead ahead had opened out during the night, cracked the pack from
north to south and frozen over again, adding 300 yds. to the distance
between the ship and "Khyber Pass."   The breakdown gang had completed
its work by lunch-time.  The gale was then decreasing and the three-
days-old moon showed as a red crescent on the northern horizon.  The
temperature during the blizzard had ranged from -21 to -33.5 Fahr. It
is usual for the temperature to rise during a blizzard, and the failure
to produce any Fhn effect of this nature suggested an absence of high
land for at least 200 miles to the south and south-west.  The weather
did not clear until the 16th.  We saw then that the appearance of the
surrounding pack had been altered completely by the blizzard.  The
"island" floe containing the 'Endurance' still stood fast, but cracks
and masses of ice thrown up by pressure could be seen in all
directions.  An area of open water was visible on the horizon to the
north, with a water indication in the northern sky.

The ice-pressure, which was indicated by distant rumblings and the
appearance of formidable ridges, was increasingly a cause of anxiety.
The areas of disturbance were gradually approaching the ship.  During
July 21 we could bear the grinding and crashing of the working floes to
the south-west and west and could see cracks opening, working, and
closing ahead.

"The ice is rafting up to a height of 10 or 15 ft. in places, the
opposing floes are moving against one another at the rate of about 200
yds. per hour.  The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf.
Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the
breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below."

Early on the afternoon of the 22nd a 2-ft. crack, running south-west
and north-east for a distance of about two miles, approached to within
35 yds. of the port quarter.  I had all the sledges brought aboard and
set a special watch in case it became necessary to get the dogs off the
floe in a hurry.  This crack was the result of heavy pressure 300 yds.
away on the port bow, where huge blocks of ice were piled up in wild
and threatening confusion.  The pressure at that point was enormous.
Blocks weighing many tons were raised 15 ft. above the level of the
floe.  I arranged to divide the night watches with Worsley and Wild,
and none of us had much rest. The ship was shaken by heavy bumps, and
we were on the alert to see that no dogs had fallen into cracks.  The
morning light showed that our island had been reduced considerably
during the night. Our long months of rest and safety seemed to be at an
end, and a period of stress had begun.

During the following day I had a store of sledging provisions, oil,
matches, and other essentials placed on the upper deck handy to the
starboard quarter boat, so as to be in readiness for a sudden
emergency.  The ice was grinding and working steadily to the southward,
and in the evening some large cracks appeared on the port quarter,
while a crack alongside opened out to 15 yds.  The blizzard seemed to
have set the ice in strong movement towards the north, and the south-
westerly and west-south-westerly winds that prevailed two days out of
three maintained the drift. I hoped that this would continue unchecked,
since our chance of getting clear of the pack early in the spring
appeared to depend upon our making a good northing.  Soundings at this
time gave depths of from 186 to 190 fathoms, with a glacial mud bottom.
No land was in sight. The light was improving.  A great deal of ice-
pressure was heard and observed in all directions during the 25th, much
of it close to the port quarter of the ship.  On the starboard bow huge
blocks of ice, weighing many tons and 5 ft. in thickness, were pushed
up on the old floe to a height of 15 to 20 ft. The floe that held the
'Endurance' was swung to and fro by the pressure during the day, but
came back to the old bearing before midnight.

"The ice for miles around is much looser.  There are numerous cracks
and short leads to the north-east and south-east.  Ridges are being
forced up in all directions, and there is a water-sky to the south-
east. It would be a relief to be able to make some effort on our own
behalf; but we can do nothing until the ice releases our ship. If the
floes continue to loosen, we may break out within the next few weeks
and resume the fight.  In the meantime the pressure continues, and it
is hard to foresee the outcome.  Just before noon to-day (July 26) the
top of the sun appeared by refraction for one minute, seventy-nine days
after our last sunset.  A few minutes earlier a small patch of the sun
had been thrown up on one of the black streaks above the horizon.  All
hands are cheered by the indication that the end of the winter darkness
is near.... Clark finds that with returning daylight the diatoms are
again appearing.  His nets and line are stained a pale yellow, and much
of the newly formed ice has also a faint brown or yellow tinge. The
diatoms cannot multiply without light, and the ice formed since
February can be distinguished in the pressure-ridges by its clear blue
colour.  The older masses of ice are of a dark earthy brown, dull
yellow, or reddish brown."

The break-up of our floe came suddenly on Sunday, August 1, just one
year after the 'Endurance' left the South-West India Docks on the
voyage to the Far South.  The position was lat. 72 26 S., long. 48
10  W.  The morning brought a moderate south-westerly gale with heavy
snow, and at 8 a.m., after some warning movements of the ice, the floe
cracked 40 yds. off the starboard bow.  Two hours later the floe began
to break up all round us under pressure and the ship listed over 10
degrees to starboard.  I had the dogs and sledges brought aboard at
once and the gangway hoisted.  The animals behaved well.  They came
aboard eagerly as though realizing their danger, and were placed in
their quarters on deck without a single fight occurring.  The pressure
was cracking the floe rapidly, rafting it close to the slip and forcing
masses of ice beneath the keel. Presently the 'Endurance' listed
heavily to port against the gale, and at the same time was forced
ahead, astern, and sideways several times by the grinding floes.  She
received one or two hard nips, but resisted them without as much as a
creak.  It looked at one stage as if the ship was to be made the
plaything of successive floes, and I was relieved when she came to a
standstill with a large piece of our old "dock" under the starboard
bilge.  I had the boats cleared away ready for lowering, got up some
additional stores, and set a double watch.  All hands were warned to
stand by, get what sleep they could, and have their warmest clothing at
hand. Around us lay the ruins of "Dog Town" amid the debris of pressure-
ridges. Some of the little dwellings had been crushed flat beneath
blocks of ice; others had been swallowed and pulverized when the ice
opened beneath them and closed again.  It was a sad sight, but my chief
concern just then was the safety of the rudder, which was being
attacked viciously by the ice.  We managed to pole away a large lump
that had become jammed between the rudder and the stern-post, but I
could see that damage had been done, though a close examination was not
possible that day.

After the ship had come to a standstill in her new position very heavy
pressure was set up.  Some of the trenails were started and beams
buckled slightly under the terrific stresses.  But the 'Endurance' had
been built to withstand the attacks of the ice, and she lifted bravely
as the floes drove beneath her.  The effects of the pressure around us
were awe-inspiring.  Mighty blocks of ice, gripped between meeting
floes, rose slowly till they jumped like cherry-stones squeezed between
thumb and finger. The pressure of millions of tons of moving ice was
crushing and smashing inexorably. If the ship was once gripped firmly
her fate would be sealed.

The gale from the south-west blew all night and moderated during the
afternoon of the 2nd to a stiff breeze.  The pressure had almost
ceased.  Apparently the gale had driven the southern pack down upon us,
causing congestion in our area; the pressure had stopped when the whole
of the pack got into motion.  The gale had given us some northing, but
it had dealt the 'Endurance' what might prove to be a severe blow.  The
rudder had been driven hard over to starboard and the blade partially
torn away from the rudder-head.  Heavy masses of ice were still jammed
against the stern, and it was impossible to ascertain the extent of the
damage at that time.  I felt that it would be impossible in any case to
effect repairs in the moving pack. The ship lay steady all night, and
the sole sign of continuing pressure was an occasional slight rumbling
shock.  We rigged shelters and kennels for the dogs inboard.

The weather on August 3 was overcast and misty.  We had nine hours of
twilight, with good light at noon.  There was no land in sight for ten
miles from the mast-head.  The pack as far as the eye could reach was
in a condition of chaos, much rafted and consolidated, with very large
pressure-ridges in all directions.  At 9 p.m. a rough altitude of
Canopus gave the latitude as 71 55 17 S.  The drift, therefore, had
been about 37 miles to the north in three days.  Four of the poorest
dogs were shot this day.  They were suffering severely from worms, and
we could not afford to keep sick dogs under the changed conditions.
The sun showed through the clouds on the northern horizon for an hour
on the 4th.  There was no open water to be seen from aloft in any
direction.  We saw from the masthead to west-south-west an appearance
of barrier, land, or a very long iceberg, about 20 odd miles away, but
the horizon clouded over before we could determine its nature.  We
tried twice to make a sounding that day, but failed on each occasion.
The Kelvin machine gave no bottom at the full length of the line, 370
fathoms.  After much labour we made a hole in the ice near the stern-
post large enough for the Lucas machine with a 32-lb. lead; but this
appeared to be too light. The machine stopped at 452 fathoms, leaving
us in doubt as to whether bottom had been reached.  Then in heaving up
we lost the lead, the thin wire cutting its way into the ice and
snapping.  All hands and the carpenter were busy this day making and
placing kennels on the upper deck, and by nightfall all the dogs were
comfortably housed, ready for any weather.  The sun showed through the
clouds above the northern horizon for nearly an hour.

The remaining days of August were comparatively uneventful.  The ice
around the ship froze firm again and little movement occurred in our
neighbourhood.  The training of the dogs, including the puppies,
proceeded actively, and provided exercise as well as occupation.  The
drift to the north-west continued steadily. We had bad luck with
soundings, the weather interfering at times and the gear breaking on
several occasions, but a big increase in the depth showed that we had
passed over the edge of the Weddell Sea plateau.  A sounding of about
1700 fathoms on August 10 agreed fairly well with Filchner's 1924
fathoms, 130 miles east of our then position.  An observation at noon
of the 8th had given us lat. 71 23 S., long. 49 13 W.  Minus
temperatures prevailed still, but the daylight was increasing. We
captured a few emperor penguins which were making their way to the
south-west.  Ten penguins taken on the 19th were all in poor condition,
and their stomachs contained nothing but stones and a few cuttle-fish
beaks.  A sounding on the 17th gave 1676 fathoms, 10 miles west of the
charted position of Morell Land. No land could be seen from the mast-
head, and I decided that Morell Land must be added to the long list of
Antarctic islands and continental coasts that on close investigation
have resolved themselves into icebergs.  On clear days we could get an
extended view in all directions from the mast-head, and the line of the
pack was broken only by familiar bergs. About one hundred bergs were in
view on a fine day, and they seemed practically the same as when they
started their drift with us nearly seven months earlier.  The
scientists wished to inspect some of the neighbouring bergs at close
quarters, but sledge travelling outside the well-trodden area
immediately around the ship proved difficult and occasionally
dangerous.  On August 20, for example, Worsley, Hurley, and Greenstreet
started off for the Rampart Berg and got on to a lead of young ice that
undulated perilously beneath their feet. A quick turn saved them.

A wonderful mirage of the Fata Morgana type was visible on August 20.
The day was clear and bright, with a blue sky overhead and some rime
aloft.

"The distant pack is thrown up into towering barrier-like cliffs,
which are reflected in blue lakes and lanes of water at their base.
Great white and golden cities of Oriental appearance at close intervals
along these clifftops indicate distant bergs, some not previously known
to us.  Floating above these are wavering violet and creamy lines of
still more remote bergs and pack.  The lines rise and fall, tremble,
dissipate, and reappear in an endless transformation scene.  The
southern pack and bergs, catching the sun's rays, are golden, but to
the north the ice-masses are purple.  Here the bergs assume changing
forms, first a castle, then a balloon just clear of the horizon, that
changes swiftly into an immense mushroom, a mosque, or a cathedral.
The principal characteristic is the vertical lengthening of the object,
a small pressure-ridge being given the appearance of a line of
battlements or towering cliffs.  The mirage is produced by refraction
and is intensified by the columns of comparatively warm air rising from
several cracks and leads that have opened eight to twenty miles away
north and south."

We noticed this day that a considerable change had taken place in our
position relative to the Rampart Berg.  It appeared that a big lead had
opened and that there had been some differential movement of the pack.
The opening movement might presage renewed pressure.  A few hours later
the dog teams, returning from exercise, crossed a narrow crack that had
appeared ahead of the ship.  This crack opened quickly to 60 ft. and
would have given us trouble if the dogs had been left on the wrong
side.  It closed on the 25th and pressure followed in its neighbourhood.

On August 24 we were two miles north of the latitude of Morell's
farthest south, and over 10 of longitude, or more than 200 miles, west
of his position.  From the mast-head no land could be seen within
twenty miles, and no land of over 500 ft. altitude could have escaped
observation on our side of long. 52 W.  A sounding of 1900 fathoms on
August 25 was further evidence of the non-existence of New South
Greenland.  There was some movement of the ice near the ship during the
concluding days of the month.  All hands were called out in the night
of August 26, sounds of pressure having been followed by the cracking
of the ice alongside the ship, but the trouble did not develop
immediately.  Late on the night of the 31st the ice began to work ahead
of the ship and along the port side.  Creaking and groaning of timbers,
accompanied by loud snapping sounds fore and aft, told their story of
strain. The pressure continued during the following day, beams and deck
planks occasionally buckling to the strain.  The ponderous floes were
grinding against each other under the influence of wind and current,
and our ship seemed to occupy for the time being an undesirable
position near the centre of the disturbance;  but she resisted
staunchly and showed no sign of water in the bilges, although she had
not been pumped out for six months. The pack extended to the horizon in
every direction.  I calculated that we were 250 miles from the nearest
known land to the westward, and more than 500 miles from the nearest
outpost of civilization, Wilhelmina Bay.  I hoped we would not have to
undertake a march across the moving ice-fields.  The 'Endurance' we
knew to be stout and true; but no ship ever built by man could live if
taken fairly in the grip of the floes and prevented from rising to the
surface of the grinding ice.  These were anxious days.  In the early
morning of September 2 the ship jumped and shook to the accompaniment
of cracks and groans, and some of the men who had been in the berths
hurried on deck.  The pressure eased a little later in the day, when
the ice on the port side broke away from the ship to just abaft the
main rigging.  The 'Endurance' was still held aft and at the rudder,
and a large mass of ice could be seen adhering to the port bow, rising
to within three feet of the surface.  I wondered if this ice had got
its grip by piercing the sheathing.



CHAPTER IV

LOSS OF THE 'ENDURANCE'


The ice did not trouble us again seriously until the end of September,
though during the whole month the floes were seldom entirely without
movement.  The roar of pressure would come to us across the otherwise
silent ice-fields, and bring with it a threat and a warning.  Watching
from the crow's-nest, we could see sometimes the formation of pressure-
ridges.  The sunshine glittered on newly riven ice-surfaces as the
masses of shattered floe rose and fell away from the line of pressure.
The area of disturbance would advance towards us, recede, and advance
again.  The routine of work and play on the 'Endurance' proceeded
steadily.  Our plans and preparations for any contingency that might
arise during the approaching summer had been made, but there seemed
always plenty to do in and about our prisoned ship.  Runs with the dogs
and vigorous games of hockey and football on the rough snow-covered
floe kept all hands in good fettle.  The record of one or two of these
September days will indicate the nature of our life and our
surroundings:

"September 4.--Temperature, -14.1 Fahr.  Light easterly breeze, blue
sky, and stratus clouds.  During forenoon notice a distinct terra-cotta
or biscuit colour in the stratus clouds to the north. This travelled
from east to west and could conceivably have come from some of the
Graham Land volcanoes, now about 300 miles distant to the north-west.
The upper current of air probably would come from that direction.
Heavy rime.  Pack unbroken and unchanged as far as visible.  No land
for 22 miles.  No animal life observed."

"September 7.--Temperature, -10.8 Fahr.  Moderate easterly to
southerly winds, overcast and misty, with light snow till midnight,
when weather cleared.  Blue sky and fine clear weather to noon.  Much
rime aloft.  Thick fresh snow on ship and floe that glistens
brilliantly in the morning sunlight. Little clouds of faint violet-
coloured mist rise from the lower and brinier portions of the pack,
which stretches unbroken to the horizon.  Very great refraction all
round.  A tabular berg about fifty feet high ten miles west is a good
index of the amount of refraction.  On ordinary days it shows from the
mast-head, clear-cut against the sky; with much refraction, the pack
beyond at the back of it lifts up into view; to-day a broad expanse of
miles of pack is seen above it.  Numerous other bergs generally seen in
silhouette are, at first sight, lost, but after a closer scrutiny they
appear as large lumps or dark masses well below the horizon. Refraction
generally results in too big an altitude when observing the sun for
position, but to-day, the horizon is thrown up so much that the altitude
is about 12 too small.  No land visible for twenty miles.  No animal
life observed.  Lower Clark's tow-net with 566 fathoms of wire, and
hoist it up at two and a half miles an hour by walking across the
floe with the wire.  Result rather meagre--jelly-fish and some fish
larvae.  Exercise dogs in sledge teams.  The young dogs, under Crean's
care, pull as well, though not so strongly, as the best team in the
pack.  Hercules for the last fortnight or more has constituted himself
leader of the orchestra.  Two or three times in the twenty-four hours
he starts  a howl--a deep, melodious howl--and in about thirty seconds
he has the whole pack in full song, the great deep, booming, harmonious
song of the half-wolf pack."

By the middle of September we were running short of fresh meat for
the dogs.  The seals and penguins seemed to have abandoned our
neighbourhood altogether.  Nearly five months had passed since we
killed a seal, and penguins had been seen seldom.  Clark, who was using
his trawl as often as possible, reported that there was a marked
absence of plankton in the sea, and we assumed that the seals and the
penguins had gone in search of their accustomed food. The men got an
emperor on the 23rd.  The dogs, which were having their sledging
exercise, became wildly excited when the penguin, which had risen in a
crack, was driven ashore, and the best efforts of the drivers failed to
save it alive.  On the following day Wild, Hurley, Macklin, and McIlroy
took their teams to the Stained Berg, about seven miles west of the
ship, and on their way back got a female crab-eater, which they killed,
skinned, and left to be picked up later. They ascended to the top of
the berg, which lay in about lat. 69 30 S., long. 51 W., and from an
elevation of 110 ft.  could see no land.  Samples of the discoloured
ice from the berg proved to contain dust with black gritty particles or
sand-grains.  Another seal, a bull Weddell, was secured on the 26th.
The return of seal-life was opportune, since we had nearly finished the
winter supply of dog-biscuit and wished to be able to feed the dogs on
meat.  The seals meant a supply of blubber, moreover, to supplement our
small remaining stock of coal when the time came to get up steam again.
We initiated a daylight-saving system on this day by putting forward
the clock one hour. "This is really pandering to the base but universal
passion that men, and especially seafarers, have for getting up late,
otherwise we would be honest and make our routine earlier instead of
flogging the clock."

During the concluding days of September the roar of the pressure grew
louder, and I could see that the area of disturbance was rapidly
approaching the ship.  Stupendous forces were at work and the fields of
firm ice around the 'Endurance' were being diminished steadily.
September 30 was a bad day.  It began well, for we got two penguins and
five seals during the morning.  Three other seals were seen.  But at 3
p.m. cracks that had opened during the night alongside the ship
commenced to work in a lateral direction.  The ship sustained terrific
pressure on the port side forward, the heaviest shocks being under the
forerigging.  It was the worst squeeze we had experienced. The decks
shuddered and jumped, beams arched, and stanchions buckled and shook.
I ordered all hands to stand by in readiness for whatever emergency
might arise. Even the dogs seemed to feel the tense anxiety of the
moment. But the ship resisted valiantly, and just when it appeared that
the limit of her strength was being reached the huge floe that was
pressing down upon us cracked across and so gave relief.

"The behaviour of our ship in the ice has been magnificent," wrote
Worsley.  "Since we have been beset her staunchness and endurance have
been almost past belief again and again.  She has been nipped with a
million-ton pressure and risen nobly, falling clear of the water out on
the ice.  She has been thrown to and fro like a shuttlecock a dozen
times.  She has been strained, her beams arched upwards, by the fearful
pressure; her very sides opened and closed again as she was actually
bent and curved along her length, groaning like a living thing.  It
will be sad if such a brave little craft should be finally crushed in
the remorseless, slowly strangling grip of the Weddell pack after ten
months of the bravest and most gallant fight ever put up by a ship."

The 'Endurance' deserved all that could be said in praise of her.
Shipwrights had never done sounder or better work; but how long could
she continue the fight under such conditions?  We were drifting into
the congested area of the western Weddell Sea, the worst portion of the
worst sea in the world, where the pack, forced on irresistibly by wind
and current, impinges on the western shore and is driven up in huge
corrugated ridges and chaotic fields of pressure.  The vital question
for us was whether or not the ice would open sufficiently to release
us, or at least give us a chance of release, before the drift carried
us into the most dangerous area.  There was no answer to be got from
the silent bergs and the grinding floes, and we faced the month of
October with anxious hearts.

The leads in the pack appeared to have opened out a little on October
1, but not sufficiently to be workable even if we had been able to
release the 'Endurance' from the floe.  The day was calm, cloudy and
misty in the forenoon and clearer in the afternoon, when we observed
well-defined parhelia.  The ship was subjected to slight pressure at
intervals.  Two bull crab-eaters climbed on to the floe close to the
ship and were shot by Wild.  They were both big animals in prime
condition, and I felt that there was no more need for anxiety as to the
supply of fresh meat for the dogs. Seal-liver made a welcome change in
our own menu.  The two bulls were marked, like many of their kind, with
long parallel scars about three inches apart, evidently the work of the
killers. A bull we killed on the following day had four parallel scars,
sixteen inches long, on each side of its body; they were fairly deep
and one flipper had been nearly torn away.  The creature must have
escaped from the jaws of a killer by a very small margin.  Evidently
life beneath the pack is not always monotonous. We noticed that several
of the bergs in the neighbourhood of the ship were changing their
relative positions more than they had done for months past.  The floes
were moving.

Our position on Sunday, October 3, was lat. 69 14 S., long. 51 8 W.
During the night the floe holding the ship aft cracked in several
places, and this appeared to have eased the strain on the rudder. The
forenoon was misty, with falls of snow, but the weather cleared later
in the day and we could see that the pack was breaking.  New leads had
appeared, while several old leads had closed.  Pressure-ridges had
risen along some of the cracks. The thickness of the season's ice, now
about 230 days old, was 4 ft. 5 in. under 7 or 8 in. of snow.  This
ice had been slightly thicker in the early part of September, and I
assumed that some melting had begun below.  Clark had recorded plus
temperatures at depths of 150 and 200 fathoms in the concluding days
of September. The ice obviously had attained its maximum thickness by
direct freezing, and the heavier older floes had been created by the
consolidation of pressure-ice and the overlapping of floes under
strain.  The air temperatures were still low, -24.5 Fahr. being
recorded on October 4.

The movement of the ice was increasing.  Frost-smoke from opening
cracks was showing in all directions during October 6.  It had the
appearance in one place of a great prairie fire, rising from the
surface and getting higher as it drifted off before the wind in heavy,
dark, rolling masses.  At another point there was the appearance of a
train running before the wind, the smoke rising from the locomotive
straight upwards; and the smoke columns elsewhere gave the effect of
warships steaming in line ahead. During the following day the leads and
cracks opened to such an extent that if the 'Endurance' could have been
forced forward for thirty yards we could have proceeded for two or
three miles; but the effort did not promise any really useful result.
The conditions did not change materially during the rest of that week.
The position on Sunday, October 10, was lat. 69 21 S., long. 50 34
W.  A thaw made things uncomfortable for us that day.  The temperature
had risen from -10 Fahr. to +29.8 Fahr., the highest we had
experienced since January, and the ship got dripping wet between decks.
The upper deck was clear of ice and snow and the cabins became
unpleasantly messy.  The dogs, who hated wet, had a most unhappy air.
Undoubtedly one grows to like familiar conditions.  We had lived long
in temperatures that would have seemed distressingly low in civilized
life, and now we were made uncomfortable by a degree of warmth that
would have left the unaccustomed human being still shivering.  The thaw
was an indication that winter was over, and we began preparations for
reoccupying the cabins on the main deck.  I had the shelter-house round
the stern pulled down on the 11th and made other preparations for
working the ship as soon as she got clear.  The carpenter had built a
wheel-house over the wheel aft as shelter in cold and heavy weather.
The ice was still loosening and no land was visible for twenty miles.

The temperature remained relatively high for several days.  All hands
moved to their summer quarters in the upper cabins on the 12th, to the
accompaniment of much noise and laughter.  Spring was in the air, and
if there were no green growing things to gladden our eyes, there were
at least many seals, penguins, and even whales disporting themselves in
the leads.  The time for renewed action was coming, and though our
situation was grave enough, we were facing the future hopefully.  The
dogs were kept in a state of uproar by the sight of so much game.  They
became almost frenzied when a solemn-looking emperor penguin inspected
them gravely from some point of vantage on the floe and gave utterance
to an apparently derisive "Knark!"  At 7 p.m. on the 13th the ship
broke free of the floe on which she had rested to starboard
sufficiently to come upright.  The rudder freed itself, but the
propeller was found to be athwartship, having been forced into that
position by the floe some time after August 1.  The water was very
clear and we could see the rudder, which appeared to have suffered only
a slight twist to port at the water-line.  It moved quite freely.  The
propeller, as far as we could see, was intact, but it could not be
moved by the hand-gear, probably owing to a film of ice in the stern
gland and sleeve.  I did not think it advisable to attempt to deal with
it at that stage.  The ship had not been pumped for eight months, but
there was no water and not much ice in the bilges.  Meals were served
again in the wardroom that day.

The south-westerly breeze freshened to a gale on the 14th, and the
temperature fell from +31 Fahr. to -1 Fahr.  At midnight the ship
came free from the floe and drifted rapidly astern. Her head fell off
before the wind until she lay nearly at right-angles across the narrow
lead.  This was a dangerous position for rudder and propeller. The
spanker was set, but the weight of the wind on the ship gradually
forced the floes open until the 'Endurance' swung right round and drove
100 yds. along the lead.  Then the ice closed and at 3 a.m.  we were
fast again. The wind died down during the day and the pack opened for
five or six miles to the north.  It was still loose on the following
morning, and I had the boiler pumped up with the intention of
attempting to clear the propeller; but one of the manholes developed a
leak, the packing being perished by cold or loosened by contraction,
and the boiler had to be emptied out again.

The pack was rather closer on Sunday the 17th.  Top-sails and head-
sails were set in the afternoon, and with a moderate north-easterly
breeze we tried to force the ship ahead out of the lead; but she was
held fast.  Later that day heavy pressure developed.  The two floes
between which the 'Endurance' was lying began to close and the ship was
subjected to a series of tremendously heavy strains.  In the engine-
room, the weakest point, loud groans, crashes, and hammering sounds
were heard. The iron plates on the floor buckled up and overrode with
loud clangs.  Meanwhile the floes were grinding off each other's
projecting points and throwing up pressure-ridges.  The ship stood the
strain well for nearly an hour and then, to my great relief, began to
rise with heavy jerks and jars.  She lifted ten inches forward and
three feet four inches aft, at the same time heeling six degrees to
port.  The ice was getting below us and the immediate danger had
passed.  The position was lat. 69 19 S., long. 50 40 W.

The next attack of the ice came on the afternoon of October 18th. The
two floes began to move laterally, exerting great pressure on the ship.
Suddenly the floe on the port side cracked and huge pieces of ice shot
up from under the port bilge.  Within a few seconds the ship heeled
over until she had a list of thirty degrees to port, being held under
the starboard bilge by the opposing floe.  The lee boats were now
almost resting on the floe. The midship dog-kennels broke away and
crashed down on to the lee kennels, and the howls and barks of the
frightened dogs assisted to create a perfect pandemonium. Everything
movable on deck and below fell to the lee side, and for a few minutes
it looked as if the 'Endurance' would be thrown upon her beam ends.
Order was soon restored.  I had all fires put out and battens nailed on
the deck to give the dogs a foothold and enable people to get about.
Then the crew lashed all the movable gear.  If the ship had heeled any
farther it would have been necessary to release the lee boats and pull
them clear, and Worsley was watching to give the alarm. Hurley
meanwhile descended to the floe and took some photographs of the ship
in her unusual position.  Dinner in the wardroom that evening was a
curious affair.  Most of the diners had to sit on the deck, their feet
against battens and their plates on their knees.  At 8 p.m. the floes
opened, and within a few minutes the 'Endurance' was nearly upright
again.  Orders were given for the ice to be chipped clear of the
rudder.  The men poled the blocks out of the way when they had been
detached from the floe with the long ice-chisels, and we were able to
haul the ship's stern into a clear berth.  Then the boiler was pumped
up. This work was completed early in the morning of October 19, and
during that day the engineer lit fires and got up steam very slowly, in
order to economize fuel and avoid any strain on the chilled boilers by
unequal heating.  The crew cut up all loose lumber, boxes, etc., and
put them in the bunkers for fuel. The day was overcast, with occasional
snowfalls, the temperature +12 Fahr.  The ice in our neighbourhood was
quiet, but in the distance pressure was at work.  The wind freshened in
the evening, and we ran a wire-mooring astern.  The barometer at 11
p.m. stood at 28.96, the lowest since the gales of July.  An uproar
among the dogs attracted attention late in the afternoon, and we found
a 25-ft. whale cruising up and down in our pool.  It pushed its head up
once in characteristic killer fashion, but we judged from its small
curved dorsal fin that it was a specimen of Balaenoptera acutorostrata,
not Orca gladiator.

A strong south-westerly wind was blowing on October 20 and the pack
was working.  The 'Endurance' was imprisoned securely in the pool, but
our chance might come at any time.  Watches were set so as to be ready
for working ship.  Wild and Hudson, Greenstreet and Cheetham, Worsley
and Crean, took the deck watches, and the Chief Engineer and Second
Engineer kept watch and watch with three of the A.B.'s for stokers.
The staff and the forward hands, with the exception of the cook, the
carpenter and his mate, were on "watch and watch"--that is, four hours
on deck and four hours below, or off duty.  The carpenter was busy
making a light punt, which might prove useful in the navigation of
lanes and channels.  At 11 a.m. we gave the engines a gentle trial turn
astern.  Everything worked well after eight months of frozen
inactivity, except that the bilge-pump and the discharge proved to be
frozen up; they were cleared with some little difficulty.  The engineer
reported that to get steam he had used one ton of coal, with wood-ashes
and blubber. The fires required to keep the boiler warm consumed one
and a quarter to one and a half hundred-weight of coal per day.  We had
about fifty tons of coal remaining in the bunkers.

October 21 and 22 were days of low temperature, which caused the open
leads to freeze over.  The pack was working, and ever and anon the roar
of pressure came to our ears.  We waited for the next move of the
gigantic forces arrayed against us.  The 23rd brought a strong north-
westerly wind, and the movement of the floes and pressure-ridges became
more formidable.  Then on Sunday, October 24, there came what for the
'Endurance' was the beginning of the end. The position was lat. 69 11
S., long. 51 5 W.  We had now twenty-two and a half hours of
daylight, and throughout the day we watched the threatening advance of
the floes.  At 6.45 p.m. the ship sustained heavy pressure in a
dangerous position.  The attack of the ice is illustrated roughly in
the appended diagram. The shaded portions represent the pool, covered
with new ice that afforded no support to the ship, and the arrows
indicate the direction of the pressure exercised by the thick floes and
pressure-ridges. The onslaught was all but irresistible.  The
'Endurance' groaned and quivered as her starboard quarter was forced
against the floe, twisting the sternpost and starting the heads and
ends of planking.  The ice had lateral as well as forward movement, and
the ship was twisted and actually bent by the stresses. She began to
leak dangerously at once.

I had the pumps rigged, got up steam, and started the bilge-pumps at 8
p.m.  The pressure by that time had relaxed.  The ship was making water
rapidly aft, and the carpenter set to work to make a coffer-dam astern
of the engines.  All hands worked, watch and watch, throughout the
night, pumping ship and helping the carpenter.  By morning the leak was
being kept in check.  The carpenter and his assistants caulked the
coffer-dam with strips of blankets and nailed strips over the seams
wherever possible. The main or hand pump was frozen up and could not be
used at once. After it had been knocked out Worsley, Greenstreet, and
Hudson went down in the bunkers and cleared the ice from the bilges.
"This is not a pleasant job," wrote Worsley. "We have to dig a hole
down through the coal while the beams and timbers groan and crack all
around us like pistol-shots.  The darkness is almost complete, and we
mess about in the wet with half-frozen hands and try to keep the coal
from slipping back into the bilges. The men on deck pour buckets of
boiling water from the galley down the pipe as we prod and hammer from
below, and at last we get the pump clear, cover up the bilges to keep
the coal out, and rush on deck, very thankful to find ourselves safe
again in the open air."

Monday, October 25, dawned cloudy and misty, with a minus temperature
and a strong south-easterly breeze.  All hands were pumping at
intervals and assisting the carpenter with the coffer-dam. The leak was
being kept under fairly easily, but the outlook was bad. Heavy pressure-
ridges were forming in all directions, and though the immediate
pressure upon the ship was not severe, I realized that the respite
would not be prolonged.  The pack within our range of vision was being
subjected to enormous compression, such as might be caused by cyclonic
winds, opposing ocean currents, or constriction in a channel of some
description.  The pressure-ridges, massive and threatening, testified
to the overwhelming nature of the forces that were at work.  Huge
blocks of ice, weighing many tons, were lifted into the air and tossed
aside as other masses rose beneath them.  We were helpless intruders in
a strange world, our lives dependent upon the play of grim elementary
forces that made a mock of our puny efforts.  I scarcely dared hope now
that the 'Endurance' would live, and throughout that anxious day I
reviewed again the plans made long before for the sledging journey that
we must make in the event of our having to take to the ice.  We were
ready, as far as forethought could make us, for every contingency.
Stores, dogs, sledges, and equipment were ready to be moved from the
ship at a moment's notice.

The following day brought bright clear weather, with a blue sky. The
sunshine was inspiriting.  The roar of pressure could be heard all
around us.  New ridges were rising, and I could see as the day wore on
that the lines of major disturbance were drawing nearer to the ship.
The 'Endurance' suffered some strains at intervals. Listening below, I
could hear the creaking and groaning of her timbers, the pistol-like
cracks that told of the starting of a trenail or plank, and the faint,
indefinable whispers of our ship's distress.  Overhead the sun shone
serenely; occasional fleecy clouds drifted before the southerly breeze,
and the light glinted and sparkled on the million facets of the new
pressure-ridges.  The day passed slowly.  At 7 p.m. very heavy pressure
developed, with twisting strains that racked the ship fore and aft.
The butts of planking were opened four and five inches on the starboard
side, and at the same time we could see from the bridge that the ship
was bending like a bow under titanic pressure.  Almost like a living
creature, she resisted the forces that would crush her; but it was a
one-sided battle.  Millions of tons of ice pressed inexorably upon the
little ship that had dared the challenge of the Antarctic.  The
'Endurance' was now leaking badly, and at 9 p.m. I gave the order to
lower boats, gear, provisions, and sledges to the floe, and move them
to the flat ice a little way from the ship.  The working of the ice
closed the leaks slightly at midnight, but all hands were pumping all
night.  A strange occurrence was the sudden appearance of eight emperor
penguins from a crack 100 yds. away at the moment when the pressure
upon the ship was at its climax.  They walked a little way towards us,
halted, and after a few ordinary calls proceeded to utter weird cries
that sounded like a dirge for the ship.  None of us had ever before
heard the emperors utter any other than the most simple calls or cries,
and the effect of this concerted effort was almost startling.

Then came a fateful day--Wednesday, October 27. The position was lat.
69 5 S., long. 51 30 W. The temperature was -8.5 Fahr., a gentle
southerly breeze was blowing and the sun shone in a clear sky.

"After long months of ceaseless anxiety and strain, after times when
hope beat high and times when the outlook was black indeed, the end of
the 'Endurance' has come.  But though we have been compelled to abandon
the ship, which is crushed beyond all hope of ever being righted, we
are alive and well, and we have stores and equipment for the task that
lies before us.  The task is to reach land with all the members of the
Expedition.  It is hard to write what I feel.  To a sailor his ship is
more than a floating home, and in the 'Endurance' I had centred
ambitions, hopes, and desires.  Now, straining and groaning, her
timbers cracking and her wounds gaping, she is slowly giving up her
sentient life at the very outset of her career.  She is crushed and
abandoned after drifting more than 570 miles in a north-westerly
direction during the 281 days since she became locked in the ice.  The
distance from the point where she became beset to the place where she
now rests mortally hurt in the grip of the floes is 573 miles, but the
total drift through all observed positions has been 1186 miles, and
probably we actually covered more than 1500 miles. We are now 346 miles
from Paulet Island, the nearest point where there is any possibility of
finding food and shelter.  A small hut built there by the Swedish
expedition in 1902 is filled with stores left by the Argentine relief
ship.  I know all about those stores, for I purchased them in London on
behalf of the Argentine Government when they asked me to equip the
relief expedition.  The distance to the nearest barrier west of us is
about 180 miles, but a party going there would still be about 360 miles
from Paulet Island and there would be no means of sustaining life on
the barrier.  We could not take from here food enough for the whole
journey; the weight would be too great.

"This morning, our last on the ship, the weather was clear, with a
gentle south-south-easterly to south-south-westerly breeze. From the
crow's-nest there was no sign of land of any sort.  The pressure was
increasing steadily, and the passing hours brought no relief or respite
for the ship.  The attack of the ice reached its climax at 4 p.m.  The
ship was hove stern up by the pressure, and the driving floe, moving
laterally across the stern, split the rudder and tore out the rudder-
post and stern-post.  Then, while we watched, the ice loosened and the
'Endurance' sank a little. The decks were breaking upwards and the
water was pouring in below. Again the pressure began, and at 5 p.m.  I
ordered all hands on to the ice.  The twisting, grinding floes were
working their will at last on the ship.  It was a sickening sensation
to feel the decks breaking up under one's feet, the great beams bending
and then snapping with a noise like heavy gunfire.  The water was
overmastering the pumps, and to avoid an explosion when it reached the
boilers I had to give orders for the fires to be drawn and the steam
let down.  The plans for abandoning the ship in case of emergency had
been made well in advance, and men and dogs descended to the floe and
made their way to the comparative safety of an unbroken portion of the
floe without a hitch.  Just before leaving, I looked down the engine-
room skylight as I stood on the quivering deck, and saw the engines
dropping sideways as the stays and bed-plates gave way.  I cannot
describe the impression of relentless destruction that was forced upon
me as I looked down and around.  The floes, with the force of millions
of tons of moving ice behind them, were simply annihilating the ship."

Essential supplies had been placed on the floe about 100 yds. from the
ship, and there we set about making a camp for the night.  But about 7
p.m., after the tents were up, the ice we were occupying became
involved in the pressure and started to split and smash beneath our
feet.  I had the camp moved to a bigger floe about 200 yds. away, just
beyond the bow of the ship.  Boats, stores, and camp equipment had to
be conveyed across a working pressure-ridge. The movement of the ice
was so slow that it did not interfere much with our short trek, but the
weight of the ridge had caused the floes to sink on either side and
there were pools of water there. A pioneer party with picks and shovels
had to build a snow-causeway before we could get all our possessions
across.  By 8 p.m. the camp had been pitched again.  We had two pole-
tents and three hoop-tents.  I took charge of the small pole-tent, No.
1, with Hudson, Hurley, and James as companions; Wild had the small
hoop-tent, No. 2, with Wordie, McNeish, and McIlroy. These hoop-tents
are very easily shifted and set up.  The eight forward hands had the
large hoop-tent, No. 3; Crean had charge of No. 4 hoop-tent with
Hussey, Marston, and Cheetham; and Worsley had the other pole-tent, No.
5, with Greenstreet, Lees, Clark, Kerr, Rickenson, Macklin, and
Blackborrow, the last named being the youngest of the forward hands.

"To-night the temperature has dropped to -16 Fahr., and most of the
men are cold and uncomfortable.  After the tents had been pitched I
mustered all hands and explained the position to them briefly and, I
hope, clearly.  I have told them the distance to the Barrier and the
distance to Paulet Island, and have stated that I propose to try to
march with equipment across the ice in the direction of Paulet Island.
I thanked the men for the steadiness and good morale they have shown in
these trying circumstances, and told them I had no doubt that, provided
they continued to work their utmost and to trust me, we will all reach
safety in the end. Then we had supper, which the cook had prepared at
the big blubber-stove, and after a watch had been set all hands except
the watch turned in."  For myself, I could not sleep.  The destruction
and abandonment of the ship was no sudden shock.  The disaster had been
looming ahead for many months, and I had studied my plans for all
contingencies a hundred times.  But the thoughts that came to me as I
walked up and down in the darkness were not particularly cheerful.  The
task now was to secure the safety of the party, and to that I must bend
my energies and mental power and apply every bit of knowledge that
experience of the Antarctic had given me.  The task was likely to be
long and strenuous, and an ordered mind and a clear programme were
essential if we were to come through without loss of life.  A man must
shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.

At midnight I was pacing the ice, listening to the grinding floe and
to the groans and crashes that told of the death-agony of the
'Endurance', when I noticed suddenly a crack running across our floe
right through the camp.  The alarm-whistle brought all hands tumbling
out, and we moved the tents and stores lying on what was now the
smaller portion of the floe to the larger portion.  Nothing more could
be done at that moment, and the men turned in again; but there was
little sleep.  Each time I came to the end of my beat on the floe I
could just see in the darkness the uprearing piles of pressure-ice,
which toppled over and narrowed still further the little floating
island we occupied.  I did not notice at the time that my tent, which
had been on the wrong side of the crack, had not been erected again.
Hudson and James had managed to squeeze themselves into other tents,
and Hurley had wrapped himself in the canvas of No. 1 tent.  I
discovered this about 5 a.m.  All night long the electric light gleamed
from the stern of the dying 'Endurance'.  Hussey had left this light
switched on when he took a last observation, and, like a lamp in a
cottage window, it braved the night until in the early morning the
'Endurance' received a particularly violent squeeze. There was a sound
of rending beams and the light disappeared. The connexion had been cut.

Morning came in chill and cheerless.  All hands were stiff and weary
after their first disturbed night on the floe.  Just at daybreak I went
over to the 'Endurance' with Wild and Hurley, in order to retrieve some
tins of petrol that could be used to boil up milk for the rest of the
men.  The ship presented a painful spectacle of chaos and wreck.  The
jib-boom and bowsprit had snapped off during the night and now lay at
right angles to the ship, with the chains, martingale, and bob-stay
dragging them as the vessel quivered and moved in the grinding pack.
The ice had driven over the forecastle and she was well down by the
head.  We secured two tins of petrol with some difficulty, and
postponed the further examination of the ship until after breakfast.
Jumping across cracks with the tins, we soon reached camp, and built a
fireplace out of the triangular water-tight tanks we had ripped from
the lifeboat.  This we had done in order to make more room. Then we
pierced a petrol-tin in half a dozen places with an ice-axe and set
fire to it.  The petrol blazed fiercely under the five-gallon drum we
used as a cooker, and the hot milk was ready in quick time.  Then we
three ministering angels went round the tents with the life-giving
drink, and were surprised and a trifle chagrined at the matter-of-fact
manner in which some of the men accepted this contribution to their
comfort.  They did not quite understand what work we had done for them
in the early dawn, and I heard Wild say, "If any of you gentlemen would
like your boots cleaned just put them outside."  This was his gentle
way of reminding them that a little thanks will go a long way on such
occasions.

The cook prepared breakfast, which consisted of biscuit and hoosh, at
8 a.m., and I then went over to the 'Endurance' again and made a fuller
examination of the wreck.  Only six of the cabins had not been pierced
by floes and blocks of ice.  Every one of the starboard cabins had been
crushed.  The whole of the after part of the ship had been crushed
concertina fashion.  The forecastle and the Ritz were submerged, and
the wardroom was three-quarters full of ice.  The starboard side of the
wardroom had come away.  The motor-engine forward had been driven
through the galley.  Petrol-cases that had been stacked on the fore-
deck had been driven by the floe through the wall into the wardroom and
had carried before them a large picture. Curiously enough, the glass of
this picture had not been cracked, whereas in the immediate
neighbourhood I saw heavy iron davits that had been twisted and bent
like the ironwork of a wrecked train.  The ship was being crushed
remorselessly.

Under a dull, overcast sky I returned to camp and examined our
situation.  The floe occupied by the camp was still subject to
pressure, and I thought it wise to move to a larger and apparently
stronger floe about 200 yds. away, off the starboard bow of the ship.
This camp was to become known as Dump Camp, owing to the amount of
stuff that was thrown away there.  We could not afford to carry
unnecessary gear, and a drastic sorting of equipment took place.  I
decided to issue a complete new set of Burberrys and underclothing to
each man, and also a supply of new socks. The camp was transferred to
the larger floe quickly, and I began there to direct the preparations
for the long journey across the floes to Paulet Island or Snow Hill.

Hurley meanwhile had rigged his kinematograph-camera and was getting
pictures of the 'Endurance' in her death-throes.  While he was engaged
thus, the ice, driving against the standing rigging and the fore-, main-
and mizzen-masts, snapped the shrouds.  The foretop and topgallant-mast
came down with a run and hung in wreckage on the fore-mast, with the
fore-yard vertical.  The main-mast followed immediately, snapping off
about 10 ft. above the main deck.  The crow's-nest fell within 10 ft.
of where Hurley stood turning the handle of his camera, but he did not
stop the machine, and so secured a unique, though sad, picture.

The issue of clothing was quickly accomplished.  Sleeping-bags were
required also.  We had eighteen fur bags, and it was necessary,
therefore, to issue ten of the Jaeger woollen bags in order to provide
for the twenty-eight men of the party.  The woollen bags were lighter
and less warm than the reindeer bags, and so each man who received one
of them was allowed also a reindeer-skin to lie upon. It seemed fair to
distribute the fur bags by lot, but some of us older hands did not join
in the lottery.  We thought we could do quite as well with the Jaegers
as with the furs.  With quick dispatch the clothing was apportioned,
and then we turned one of the boats on its side and supported it with
two broken oars to make a lee for the galley.  The cook got the blubber-
stove going, and a little later, when I was sitting round the corner of
the stove, I heard one man say, "Cook, I like my tea strong." Another
joined in, "Cook, I like mine weak." It was pleasant to know that their
minds were untroubled, but I thought the time opportune to mention that
the tea would be the same for all hands and that we would be fortunate
if two months later we had any tea at all.  It occurred to me at the
time that the incident had psychological interest.  Here were men,
their home crushed, the camp pitched on the unstable floes, and their
chance of reaching safety apparently remote, calmly attending to the
details of existence and giving their attention to such trifles as the
strength of a brew of tea.

During the afternoon the work continued.  Every now and then we heard
a noise like heavy guns or distant thunder, caused by the floes
grinding together.

"The pressure caused by the congestion in this area of the pack is
producing a scene of absolute chaos.  The floes grind stupendously,
throw up great ridges, and shatter one another mercilessly.  The
ridges, or hedgerows, marking the pressure-lines that border the fast-
diminishing pieces of smooth floe-ice, are enormous.  The ice moves
majestically, irresistibly.  Human effort is not futile, but man fights
against the giant forces of Nature in a spirit of humility. One has a
sense of dependence on the higher Power. To-day two seals, a Weddell
and a crabeater, came close to the camp and were shot. Four others were
chased back into the water, for their presence disturbed the dog teams,
and this meant floggings and trouble with the harness.  The arrangement
of the tents has been completed and their internal management settled.
Each tent has a mess orderly, the duty being taken in turn on an
alphabetical rota.  The orderly takes the hoosh-pots of his tent to the
galley, gets all the hoosh he is allowed, and, after the meal, cleans
the vessels with snow and stores them in sledge or boat ready for a
possible move."

"October 29.--We passed a quiet night, although the pressure was
grinding around us.  Our floe is a heavy one and it withstood the blows
it received.  There is a light wind from the north-west to north-north-
west, and the weather is fine.  We are twenty-eight men with forty-nine
dogs, including Sue's and Sallie's five grown-up pups.  All hands this
morning were busy preparing gear, fitting boats on sledges, and
building up and strengthening the sledges to carry the boats.... The
main motor-sledge, with a little fitting from the carpenter, carried
our largest boat admirably.  For the next boat four ordinary sledges
were lashed together, but we were dubious as to the strength of this
contrivance, and as a matter of fact it broke down quickly under
strain.... The ship is still afloat, with the spurs of the pack driven
through her and holding her up.  The forecastle-head is under water,
the decks are burst up by the pressure, the wreckage lies around in
dismal confusion, but over all the blue ensign flies still.

"This afternoon Sallie's three youngest pups, Sue's Sirius, and Mrs.
Chippy, the carpenter's cat, have to be shot.  We could not undertake
the maintenance of weaklings under the new conditions. Macklin, Crean,
and the carpenter seemed to feel the loss of their friends rather
badly.  We propose making a short trial journey to-morrow, starting
with two of the boats and the ten sledges. The number of dog teams has
been increased to seven, Greenstreet taking charge of the new
additional team, consisting of Snapper and Sallie's four oldest pups.
We have ten working sledges to relay with five teams.  Wild's and
Hurley's teams will haul the cutter with the assistance of four men.
The whaler and the other boats will follow, and the men who are hauling
them will be able to help with the cutter at the rough places.  We
cannot hope to make rapid progress, but each mile counts. Crean this
afternoon has a bad attack of snow-blindness."

The weather on the morning of October 30 was overcast and misty, with
occasional falls of snow.  A moderate north-easterly breeze was
blowing.  We were still living on extra food, brought from the ship
when we abandoned her, and the sledging and boating rations were
intact.  These rations would provide for twenty-eight men for fifty-six
days on full rations, but we could count on getting enough seal and
penguin meat to at least double this time.  We could even, if progress
proved too difficult and too injurious to the boats, which we must
guard as our ultimate means of salvation, camp on the nearest heavy
floe, scour the neighbouring pack for penguins and seals, and await the
outward rift of the pack, to open and navigable water.

"This plan would avoid the grave dangers we are now incurring of
getting entangled in impassable pressure-ridges and possibly
irretrievably damaging the boats, which are bound to suffer in rough
ice; it would also minimize the peril of the ice splitting under us, as
it did twice during the night at our first camp. Yet I feel sure that
it is the right thing to attempt a march, since if we can make five or
seven miles a day to the north-west our chance of reaching safety in
the months to come will be increased greatly.  There is a psychological
aspect to the question also.  It will be much better for the men in
general to feel that, even though progress is slow, they are on their
way to land than it will be simply to sit down and wait for the tardy
north-westerly drift to take us out of this cruel waste of ice.  We
will make an attempt to move.  The issue is beyond my power either to
predict or to control."

That afternoon Wild and I went out in the mist and snow to find a road
to the north-east.  After many devious turnings to avoid the heavier
pressure-ridges, we pioneered a way for at least a mile and a half.
and then returned by a rather better route to the camp. The pressure
now was rapid in movement and our floe was suffering from the shakes
and jerks of the ice.  At 3 p.m., after lunch, we got under way,
leaving Dump Camp a mass of debris.  The order was that personal gear
must not exceed two pounds per man, and this meant that nothing but
bare necessaries was to be taken on the march.  We could not afford to
cumber ourselves with unnecessary weight.  Holes had been dug in the
snow for the reception of private letters and little personal trifles,
the Lares and Penates of the members of the Expedition, and into the
privacy of these white graves were consigned much of sentimental value
and not a little of intrinsic worth. I rather grudged the two pounds
allowance per man, owing to my keen anxiety to keep weights at a
minimum, but some personal belongings could fairly be regarded as
indispensable.  The journey might be a long one, and there was a
possibility of a winter in improvised quarters on an inhospitable coast
at the other end.  A man under such conditions needs something to
occupy his thoughts, some tangible memento of his home and people
beyond the seas.  So sovereigns were thrown away and photographs were
kept. I tore the fly-leaf out of the Bible that Queen Alexandra had
given to the ship, with her own writing in it, and also the wonderful
page of Job containing the verse:


     Out of whose womb came the ice?
     And the hoary frost of Heaven, who hath gendered it?
     The waters are hid as with a stone,
     And the face of the deep is frozen. [Job 38:29-30]


The other Bible, which Queen Alexandra had given for the use of the
shore party, was down below in the lower hold in one of the cases when
the ship received her death-blow.  Suitcases were thrown away; these
were retrieved later as material for making boots, and some of them,
marked "solid leather," proved, to our disappointment, to contain a
large percentage of cardboard.  The manufacturer would have had
difficulty in convincing us at the time that the deception was anything
short of criminal.

The pioneer sledge party, consisting of Wordie, Hussey, Hudson, and
myself, carrying picks and shovels, started to break a road through the
pressure-ridges for the sledges carrying the boats.  The boats, with
their gear and the sledges beneath them, weighed each more than a ton.
The cutter was smaller than the whaler, but weighed more and was a much
more strongly built boat. The whaler was mounted on the sledge part of
the Girling tractor forward and two sledges amidships and aft.  These
sledges were strengthened with cross-timbers and shortened oars fore
and aft. The cutter was mounted on the aero-sledge.  The sledges were
the point of weakness.  It appeared almost hopeless to prevent them
smashing under their heavy loads when travelling over rough pressure-
ice which stretched ahead of us for probably 300 miles. After the
pioneer sledge had started the seven dog teams got off. They took their
sledges forward for half a mile, then went back for the other sledges.
Worsley took charge of the two boats, with fifteen men hauling, and
these also had to be relayed. It was heavy work for dogs and men, but
there were intervals of comparative rest on the backward journey, after
the first portion of the load had been taken forward.  We passed over
two opening cracks, through which killers were pushing their ugly
snouts, and by 5 p.m. had covered a mile in a north-north-westerly
direction. The condition of the ice ahead was chaotic, for since the
morning increased pressure had developed and the pack was moving and
crushing in all directions.  So I gave the order to pitch camp for the
night on flat ice, which, unfortunately, proved to be young and salty.
The older pack was too rough and too deeply laden with snow to offer a
suitable camping-ground.  Although we had gained only one mile in a
direct line, the necessary deviations made the distance travelled at
least two miles, and the relays brought the distance marched up to six
miles.  Some of the dog teams had covered at least ten miles.  I set
the watch from 6 p.m. to 7 a.m., one hour for each man in each tent in
rotation.

During the night snow fell heavily, and the floor-cloths of the tents
got wet through, as the temperature had risen to +25 Fahr.  One
of the things we hoped for in those days was a temperature in the
neighbourhood of zero, for then the snow surface would be hard, we
would not be troubled by damp, and our gear would not become covered in
soft snow.  The killers were blowing all night, and a crack appeared
about 20 ft. from the camp at 2 a.m.  The ice below us was quite thin
enough for the killers to break through if they took a fancy to do so,
but there was no other camping-ground within our reach and we had to
take the risk.  When morning came the snow was falling so heavily that
we could not see more than a few score yards ahead, and I decided not
to strike camp. A path over the shattered floes would be hard to find,
and to get the boats into a position of peril might be disastrous.
Rickenson and Worsley started back for Dump Camp at 7 a.m. to get some
wood and blubber for the fire, and an hour later we had hoosh, with one
biscuit each.  At 10 a.m. Hurley and Hudson left for the old camp in
order to bring some additional dog-pemmican, since there were no seals
to be found near us. Then, as the weather cleared, Worsley and I made a
prospect to the west and tried to find a practicable road.  A large
floe offered a fairly good road for at least another mile to the north-
west, and we went back prepared for another move.  The weather cleared
a little, and after lunch we struck camp. I took Rickenson, Kerr,
Wordie, and Hudson as a breakdown gang to pioneer a path among the
pressure-ridges.  Five dog teams followed.  Wild's and Hurley's teams
were hitched on to the cutter and they started off in splendid style.
They needed to be helped only once; indeed fourteen dogs did as well or
even better than eighteen men.  The ice was moving beneath and around
us as we worked towards the big floe, and where this floe met the
smaller ones there was a mass of pressed-up ice, still in motion, with
water between the ridges.  But it is wonderful what a dozen men can do
with picks and shovels. We could cut a road through a pressure-ridge
about 14 ft. high in ten minutes and leave a smooth, or comparatively
smooth, path for the sledges and teams.



CHAPTER V

OCEAN CAMP


In spite of the wet, deep snow and the halts occasioned by thus having
to cut our road through the pressure-ridges, we managed to march the
best part of a mile towards our goal, though the relays and the
deviations again made the actual distance travelled nearer six miles.
As I could see that the men were all exhausted I gave the order to
pitch the tents under the lee of the two boats, which afforded some
slight protection from the wet snow now threatening to cover
everything.  While so engaged one of the sailors discovered a small
pool of water, caused by the snow having thawed on a sail which was
lying in one of the boats.  There was not much--just a sip each; but,
as one man wrote in his diary, "One has seen and tasted cleaner, but
seldom more opportunely found water."

Next day broke cold and still with the same wet snow, and in the
clearing light I could see that with the present loose surface, and
considering how little result we had to show for all our strenuous
efforts of the past four days, it would be impossible to proceed for
any great distance.  Taking into account also the possibility of leads
opening close to us, and so of our being able to row north-west to
where we might find land, I decided to find a more solid floe and there
camp until conditions were more favourable for us to make a second
attempt to escape from our icy prison.  To this end we moved our tents
and all our gear to a thick, heavy old floe about one and a half miles
from the wreck and there made our camp.  We called this "Ocean Camp."
It was with the utmost difficulty that we shifted our two boats.  The
surface was terrible--like nothing that any of us had ever seen around
us before.  We were sinking at times up to our hips, and everywhere the
snow was two feet deep.

I decided to conserve our valuable sledging rations, which would be so
necessary for the inevitable boat journey, as much as possible, and to
subsist almost entirely on seals and penguins.

A party was sent back to Dump Camp, near the ship, to collect as much
clothing, tobacco, etc., as they could find.  The heavy snow which had
fallen in the last few days, combined with the thawing and consequent
sinking of the surface, resulted in the total disappearance of a good
many of the things left behind at this dump. The remainder of the men
made themselves as comfortable as possible under the circumstances at
Ocean Camp.  This floating lump of ice, about a mile square at first
but later splitting into smaller and smaller fragments, was to be our
home for nearly two months.  During these two months we made frequent
visits to the vicinity of the ship and retrieved much valuable clothing
and food and some few articles of personal value which in our light-
hearted optimism we had thought to leave miles behind us on our dash
across the moving ice to safety.

The collection of food was now the all-important consideration. As we
were to subsist almost entirely on seals and penguins, which were to
provide fuel as well as food, some form of blubber-stove was a
necessity.  This was eventually very ingeniously contrived from the
ship's steel ash-shoot, as our first attempt with a large iron oil-drum
did not prove eminently successful.  We could only cook seal or penguin
hooshes or stews on this stove, and so uncertain was its action that
the food was either burnt or only partially cooked; and, hungry though
we were, half-raw seal meat was not very appetizing. On one occasion a
wonderful stew made from seal meat, with two or three tins of Irish
stew that had been salved from the ship, fell into the fire through the
bottom of the oil-drum that we used as a saucepan becoming burnt out on
account of the sudden intense heat of the fire below.  We lunched that
day on one biscuit and a quarter of a tin of bully-beef each, frozen
hard.

This new stove, which was to last us during our stay at Ocean Camp,
was a great success.  Two large holes were punched, with much labour
and few tools, opposite one another at the wider or top end of the
shoot.  Into one of these an oil-drum was fixed, to be used as the
fireplace, the other hole serving to hold our saucepan. Alongside this
another hole was punched to enable two saucepans to be boiled at a
time; and farther along still a chimney made from biscuit-tins
completed a very efficient, if not a very elegant, stove.  Later on the
cook found that he could bake a sort of flat bannock or scone on this
stove, but he was seriously hampered for want of yeast or baking-powder.

An attempt was next made to erect some sort of a galley to protect the
cook against the inclemencies of the weather.  The party which I had
sent back under Wild to the ship returned with, amongst other things,
the wheel-house practically complete.  This, with the addition of some
sails and tarpaulins stretched on spars, made a very comfortable
storehouse and galley.  Pieces of planking from the deck were lashed
across some spars stuck upright into the snow, and this, with the
ship's binnacle, formed an excellent look-out from which to look for
seals and penguins.  On this platform, too, a mast was erected from
which flew the King's flag and the Royal Clyde Yacht Club burgee.

I made a strict inventory of all the food in our possession, weights
being roughly determined with a simple balance made from a piece of
wood and some string, the counter-weight being a 60-lb. box of
provisions.

The dog teams went off to the wreck early each morning under Wild, and
the men made every effort to rescue as much as possible from the ship.
This was an extremely difficult task as the whole of the deck forward
was under a foot of water on the port side, and nearly three feet on
the starboard side.  However, they managed to collect large quantities
of wood and ropes and some few cases of provisions. Although the galley
was under water, Bakewell managed to secure three or four saucepans,
which later proved invaluable acquisitions.  Quite a number of boxes of
flour, etc., had been stowed in a cabin in the hold, and these we had
been unable to get out before we left the ship.  Having, therefore,
determined as nearly as possible that portion of the deck immediately
above these cases, we proceeded to cut a hole with large ice-chisels
through the 3-in. planking of which it was formed.  As the ship at this
spot was under 5 ft. of water and ice, it was not an easy job.
However, we succeeded in making the hole sufficiently large to allow of
some few cases to come floating up.  These were greeted with great
satisfaction, and later on, as we warmed to our work, other cases,
whose upward progress was assisted with a boat-hook, were greeted with
either cheers or groans according to whether they contained farinaceous
food or merely luxuries such as jellies.  For each man by now had a
good idea of the calorific value and nutritive and sustaining qualities
of the various foods.  It had a personal interest for us all.  In this
way we added to our scanty stock between two and three tons of
provisions, about half of which was farinaceous food, such as flour and
peas, of which we were so short.  This sounds a great deal, but at one
pound per day it would only last twenty-eight men for three months.
Previous to this I had reduced the food allowance to nine and a half
ounces per man per day. Now, however, it could be increased, and "this
afternoon, for the first time for ten days, we knew what it was to be
really satisfied."

I had the sledges packed in readiness with the special sledging
rations in case of a sudden move, and with the other food, allowing
also for prospective seals and penguins, I calculated a dietary to give
the utmost possible variety and yet to use our precious stock of flour
in the most economical manner.  All seals and penguins that appeared
anywhere within the vicinity of the camp were killed to provide food
and fuel.  The dog-pemmican we also added to our own larder, feeding
the dogs on the seals which we caught, after removing such portions as
were necessary for our own needs.  We were rather short of crockery,
but small pieces of venesta-wood served admirably as plates for seal
steaks; stews and liquids of all sorts were served in the aluminium
sledging-mugs, of which each man had one.  Later on, jelly-tins and
biscuit-tin lids were pressed into service.

Monotony in the meals, even considering the circumstances in which we
found ourselves, was what I was striving to avoid, so our little stock
of luxuries, such as fish-paste, tinned herrings, etc., was carefully
husbanded and so distributed as to last as long as possible.  My
efforts were not in vain, as one man states in his diary: "It must be
admitted that we are feeding very well indeed, considering our
position.  Each meal consists of one course and a beverage.  The dried
vegetables, if any, all go into the same pot as the meat, and every
dish is a sort of hash or stew, be it ham or seal meat or half and
half.  The fact that we only have two pots available places
restrictions upon the number of things that can be cooked at one time,
but in spite of the limitation of facilities, we always seem to manage
to get just enough.  The milk-powder and sugar are necessarily boiled
with the tea or cocoa.

"We are, of course, very short of the farinaceous element in our diet,
and consequently have a mild craving for more of it.  Bread is out of
the question, and as we are husbanding the remaining cases of our
biscuits for our prospective boat journey, we are eking out the supply
of flour by making bannocks, of which we have from three to four each
day.  These bannocks are made from flour, fat, water, salt, and a
little baking-powder, the dough being rolled out into flat rounds and
baked in about ten minutes on a hot sheet of iron over the fire.  Each
bannock weighs about one and a half to two ounces, and we are indeed
lucky to be able to produce them."

A few boxes of army biscuits soaked with sea-water were distributed at
one meal.  They were in such a state that they would not have been
looked at a second time under ordinary circumstances, but to us on a
floating lump of ice, over three hundred miles from land, and that
quite hypothetical, and with the unplumbed sea beneath us, they were
luxuries indeed.  Wild's tent made a pudding of theirs with some
dripping.

Although keeping in mind the necessity for strict economy with our
scanty store of food, I knew how important it was to keep the men
cheerful, and that the depression occasioned by our surroundings and
our precarious position could to some extent be alleviated by
increasing the rations, at least until we were more accustomed to our
new mode of life.  That this was successful is shown in their diaries.

"Day by day goes by much the same as one another.  We work; we talk;
we eat.  Ah, how we eat!  No longer on short rations, we are a trifle
more exacting than we were when we first commenced our 'simple life,'
but by comparison with home standards we are positive barbarians, and
our gastronomic rapacity knows no bounds.

"All is eaten that comes to each tent, and everything is most
carefully and accurately divided into as many equal portions as there
are men in the tent.  One member then closes his eyes or turns his head
away and calls out the names at random, as the cook for the day points
to each portion, saying at the same time, 'Whose?'

"Partiality, however unintentional it may be, is thus entirely
obviated and every one feels satisfied that all is fair, even though
one may look a little enviously at the next man's helping, which
differs in some especially appreciated detail from one's own.  We break
the Tenth Commandment energetically, but as we are all in the same boat
in this respect, no one says a word.  We understand each other's
feelings quite sympathetically.

"It is just like school-days over again, and very jolly it is too, for
the time being!"

Later on, as the prospect of wintering in the pack became more
apparent, the rations had to be considerably reduced.  By that time,
however, everybody had become more accustomed to the idea and took it
quite as a matter of course.

Our meals now consisted in the main of a fairly generous helping of
seal or penguin, either boiled or fried.  As one man wrote:

"We are now having enough to eat, but not by any means too much; and
every one is always hungry enough to eat every scrap he can get. Meals
are invariably taken very seriously, and little talking is done till
the hoosh is finished."

Our tents made somewhat cramped quarters, especially during meal-times.

"Living in a tent without any furniture requires a little getting used
to.  For our meals we have to sit on the floor, and it is surprising
how awkward it is to eat in such a position; it is better by far to
kneel and sit back on one's heels, as do the Japanese."

Each man took it in turn to be the tent "cook" for one day, and one
writes:

"The word 'cook' is at present rather a misnomer, for whilst we have a
permanent galley no cooking need be done in the tent.

"Really, all that the tent cook has to do is to take his two hoosh-
pots over to the galley and convey the hoosh and the beverage to the
tent, clearing up after each meal and washing up the two pots and the
mugs.  There are no spoons, etc., to wash, for we each keep our own
spoon and pocket-knife in our pockets.  We just lick them as clean as
possible and replace them in our pockets after each meal.

"Our spoons are one of our indispensable possessions here. To lose
one's spoon would be almost as serious as it is for an edentate person
to lose his set of false teeth."

During all this time the supply of seals and penguins, if not
inexhaustible, was always sufficient for our needs.

Seal- and penguin-hunting was our daily occupation, and parties were
sent out in different directions to search among the hummocks and the
pressure-ridges for them.  When one was found a signal was hoisted,
usually in the form of a scarf or a sock on a pole, and an answering
signal was hoisted at the camp.

Then Wild went out with a dog team to shoot and bring in the game. To
feed ourselves and the dogs, at least one seal a day was required. The
seals were mostly crab-eaters, and emperor penguins were the general
rule.  On November 5, however, an adelie was caught, and this was the
cause of much discussion, as the following extract shows: "The man on
watch from 3 a.m. to 4 a.m. caught an adelie penguin. This is the first
of its kind that we have seen since January last, and it may mean a
lot.  It may signify that there is land somewhere near us, or else that
great leads are opening up, but it is impossible to form more than a
mere conjecture at present."

No skuas, Antarctic petrels, or sea-leopards were seen during our two
months' stay at Ocean Camp.

In addition to the daily hunt for food, our time was passed in reading
the few books that we had managed to save from the ship. The greatest
treasure in the library was a portion of the "Encyclopaedia
Britannica." This was being continually used to settle the inevitable
arguments that would arise.  The sailors were discovered one day
engaged in a very heated discussion on the subject of Money and
Exchange.  They finally came to the conclusion that the Encyclopaedia,
since it did not coincide with their views, must be wrong.

"For descriptions of every American town that ever has been, is, or
ever will be, and for full and complete biographies of every American
statesman since the time of George Washington and long before, the
Encyclopaedia would be hard to beat.  Owing to our shortage of matches
we have been driven to use it for purposes other than the purely
literary ones though; and one genius having discovered that the paper,
used for its pages had been impregnated with saltpetre, we can now
thoroughly recommend it as a very efficient pipe-lighter."

We also possessed a few books on Antarctic exploration, a copy of
Browning and one of "The Ancient Mariner."  On reading the latter, we
sympathized with him and wondered what he had done with the albatross;
it would have made a very welcome addition to our larder.

The two subjects of most interest to us were our rate of drift and the
weather.  Worsley took observations of the sun whenever possible, and
his results showed conclusively that the drift of our floe was almost
entirely dependent upon the winds and not much affected by currents.
Our hope, of course, was to drift northwards to the edge of the pack
and then, when the ice was loose enough, to take to the boats and row
to the nearest land. We started off in fine style, drifting north about
twenty miles in two or three days in a howling south-westerly blizzard.
Gradually, however, we slowed up, as successive observations showed,
until we began to drift back to the south.  An increasing north-
easterly wind, which commenced on November 7 and lasted for twelve
days, damped our spirits for a time, until we found that we had only
drifted back to the south three miles, so that we were now seventeen
miles to the good.  This tended to reassure us in our theories that the
ice of the Weddell Sea was drifting round in a clockwise direction, and
that if we could stay on our piece long enough we must eventually be
taken up to the north, where lay the open sea and the path to
comparative safety.

The ice was not moving fast enough to be noticeable.  In fact, the
only way in which we could prove that we were moving at all was by
noting the change of relative positions of the bergs around us, and,
more definitely, by fixing our absolute latitude and longitude by
observations of the sun.  Otherwise, as far as actual visible drift was
concerned, we might have been on dry land.

For the next few days we made good progress, drifting seven miles to
the north on November 24 and another seven miles in the next forty-
eight hours.  We were all very pleased to know that although the wind
was mainly south-west all this time, yet we had made very little
easting.  The land lay to the west, so had we drifted to the east we
should have been taken right away to the centre of the entrance to the
Weddell Sea, and our chances of finally reaching land would have been
considerably lessened.

Our average rate of drift was slow, and many and varied were the
calculations as to when we should reach the pack-edge.  On December 12,
1915, one man wrote: "Once across the Antarctic Circle, it will seem as
if we are practically halfway home again; and it is just possible that
with favourable winds we may cross the circle before the New Year.  A
drift of only three miles a day would do it, and we have often done
that and more for periods of three or four weeks.

"We are now only 250 miles from Paulet Island, but too much to the
east of it.  We are approaching the latitudes in which we were at this
time last year, on our way down.  The ship left South Georgia just a
year and a week ago, and reached this latitude four or five miles to
the eastward of our present position on January 3, 1915, crossing the
circle on New Year's Eve."

Thus, after a year's incessant battle with the ice, we had returned,
by many strange turns of fortune's wheel, to almost identically the
same latitude that we had left with such high hopes and aspirations
twelve months previously; but under what different conditions now! Our
ship crushed and lost, and we ourselves drifting on a piece of ice at
the mercy of the winds. However, in spite of occasional setbacks due to
unfavourable winds, our drift was in the main very satisfactory, and
this went a long way towards keeping the men cheerful.

As the drift was mostly affected by the winds, the weather was closely
watched by all, and Hussey, the meteorologist, was called upon to make
forecasts every four hours, and some times more frequently than that.
A meteorological screen, containing thermometers and a barograph, had
been erected on a post frozen into the ice, and observations were taken
every four hours.  When we first left the ship the weather was cold and
miserable, and altogether as unpropitious as it could possibly have
been for our attempted march. Our first few days at Ocean Camp were
passed under much the same conditions.  At nights the temperature
dropped to zero, with blinding snow and drift.  One-hour watches were
instituted, all hands taking their turn, and in such weather this job
was no sinecure.  The watchman had to be continually on the alert for
cracks in the ice, or any sudden changes in the ice conditions, and
also had to keep his eye on the dogs, who often became restless,
fretful, and quarrelsome in the early hours of the morning.  At the end
of his hour he was very glad to crawl back into the comparative warmth
of his frozen sleeping-bag.

On November 6 a dull, overcast day developed into a howling blizzard
from the south-west, with snow and low drift.  Only those who were
compelled left the shelter of their tent.  Deep drifts formed
everywhere, burying sledges and provisions to a depth of two feet, and
the snow piling up round the tents threatened to burst the thin fabric.
The fine drift found its way in through the ventilator of the tent,
which was accordingly plugged up with a spare sock.

This lasted for two days, when one man wrote: "The blizzard continued
through the morning, but cleared towards noon, and it was a beautiful
evening; but we would far rather have the screeching blizzard with its
searching drift and cold damp wind, for we drifted about eleven miles
to the north during the night."

For four days the fine weather continued, with gloriously warm, bright
sun, but cold when standing still or in the shade.  The temperature
usually dropped below zero, but every opportunity was taken during
these fine, sunny days to partially dry our sleeping-bags and other
gear, which had become sodden through our body-heat having thawed the
snow which had drifted in on to them during the blizzard.  The bright
sun seemed to put new heart into all.

The next day brought a north-easterly wind with the very high
temperature of 27 Fahr.--only 5 below freezing. "These high
temperatures do not always represent the warmth which might be assumed
from the thermometrical readings.  They usually bring dull, overcast
skies, with a raw, muggy, moisture-laden wind. The winds from the
south, though colder, are nearly always coincident with sunny days and
clear blue skies."

The temperature still continued to rise, reaching 33 Fahr. on
November 14.  The thaw consequent upon these high temperatures was
having a disastrous effect upon the surface of our camp. "The surface
is awful!--not slushy, but elusive.  You step out gingerly.  All is
well for a few paces, then your foot suddenly sinks a couple of feet
until it comes to a hard layer.  You wade along in this way step by
step, like a mudlark at Portsmouth Hard, hoping gradually to regain the
surface.  Soon you do, only to repeat the exasperating performance ad
lib., to the accompaniment of all the expletives that you can bring to
bear on the subject.  What actually happens is that the warm air melts
the surface sufficiently to cause drops of water to trickle down
slightly, where, on meeting colder layers of snow, they freeze again,
forming a honeycomb of icy nodules instead of the soft, powdery,
granular snow that we are accustomed to."

These high temperatures persisted for some days, and when, as
occasionally happened, the sky was clear and the sun was shining it was
unbearably hot.  Five men who were sent to fetch some gear from the
vicinity of the ship with a sledge marched in nothing but trousers and
singlet, and even then were very hot; in fact they were afraid of
getting sunstroke, so let down flaps from their caps to cover their
necks.  Their sleeves were rolled up over their elbows, and their arms
were red and sunburnt in consequence. The temperature on this occasion
was 26 Fahr., or 6 below freezing.  For five or six days more the sun
continued, and most of our clothes and sleeping-bags were now
comparatively dry. A wretched day with rainy sleet set in on November
21, but one could put up with this discomfort as the wind was now from
the south.

The wind veered later to the west, and the sun came out at 9 p.m. For
at this time, near the end of November, we had the midnight sun. "A
thrice-blessed southerly wind" soon arrived to cheer us all,
occasioning the following remarks in one of the diaries:

"To-day is the most beautiful day we have had in the Antarctic--a
clear sky, a gentle, warm breeze from the south, and the most brilliant
sunshine.  We all took advantage of it to strike tents, clean out, and
generally dry and air ground-sheets and sleeping-bags."

I was up early--4 a.m.--to keep watch, and the sight was indeed
magnificent.  Spread out before one was an extensive panorama of ice-
fields, intersected here and there by small broken leads, and dotted
with numerous noble bergs, partly bathed in sunshine and partly tinged
with the grey shadows of an overcast sky.

As one watched one observed a distinct line of demarcation between the
sunshine and the shade, and this line gradually approached nearer and
nearer, lighting up the hummocky relief of the ice-field bit by bit,
until at last it reached us, and threw the whole camp into a blaze of
glorious sunshine which lasted nearly all day.

"This afternoon we were treated to one or two showers of hail-like
snow.  Yesterday we also had a rare form of snow, or, rather,
precipitation of ice-spicules, exactly like little hairs, about a third
of an inch long.

"The warmth in the tents at lunch-time was so great that we had all
the side-flaps up for ventilation, but it is a treat to get warm
occasionally, and one can put up with a little stuffy atmosphere now
and again for the sake of it.  The wind has gone to the best quarter
this evening, the south-east, and is freshening."

On these fine, clear, sunny days wonderful mirage effects could be
observed, just as occur over the desert.  Huge bergs were apparently
resting on nothing, with a distinct gap between their bases and the
horizon; others were curiously distorted into all sorts of weird and
fantastic shapes, appearing to be many times their proper height. Added
to this, the pure glistening white of the snow and ice made a picture
which it is impossible adequately to describe.

Later on, the freshening south-westerly wind brought mild, overcast
weather, probably due to the opening up of the pack in that direction.

I had already made arrangements for a quick move in case of a sudden
break-up of the ice.  Emergency orders were issued; each man had his
post allotted and his duty detailed; and the whole was so organized
that in less than five minutes from the sounding of the alarm on my
whistle, tents were struck, gear and provisions packed, and the whole
party was ready to move off.  I now took a final survey of the men to
note their condition, both mental and physical.  For our time at Ocean
Camp had not been one of unalloyed bliss.  The loss of the ship meant
more to us than we could ever put into words.  After we had settled at
Ocean Camp she still remained nipped by the ice, only her stern showing
and her bows overridden and buried by the relentless pack.  The tangled
mass of ropes, rigging, and spars made the scene even more desolate and
depressing.

It was with a feeling almost of relief that the end came.

"November 21, 1915.--This evening, as we were lying in our tents we
heard the Boss call out, 'She's going, boys!'  We were out in a second
and up on the look-out station and other points of vantage, and, sure
enough, there was our poor ship a mile and a half away struggling in
her death-agony.  She went down bows first, her stern raised in the
air.  She then gave one quick dive and the ice closed over her for
ever.  It gave one a sickening sensation to see it, for, mastless and
useless as she was, she seemed to be a link with the outer world.
Without her our destitution seems more emphasized, our desolation more
complete.  The loss of the ship sent a slight wave of depression over
the camp.  No one said much, but we cannot be blamed for feeling it in
a sentimental way.  It seemed as if the moment of severance from many
cherished associations, many happy moments, even stirring incidents,
had come as she silently up-ended to find a last resting-place beneath
the ice on which we now stand.  When one knows every little nook and
corner of one's ship as we did, and has helped her time and again in
the fight that she made so well, the actual parting was not without its
pathos, quite apart from one's own desolation, and I doubt if there was
one amongst us who did not feel some personal emotion when Sir Ernest,
standing on the top of the look-out, said somewhat sadly and quietly,
'She's gone, boys.'

"It must, however, be said that we did not give way to depression for
long, for soon every one was as cheery as usual.  Laughter rang out
from the tents, and even the Boss had a passage-at-arms with the
storekeeper over the inadequacy of the sausage ration, insisting that
there should be two each 'because they were such little ones,' instead
of the one and a half that the latter proposed."

The psychological effect of a slight increase in the rations soon
neutralized any tendency to downheartedness, but with the high
temperatures surface-thaw set in, and our bags and clothes were soaked
and sodden.  Our boots squelched as we walked, and we lived in a state
of perpetual wet feet.  At nights, before the temperature had fallen,
clouds of steam could be seen rising from our soaking bags and boots.
During the night, as it grew colder, this all condensed as rime on the
inside of the tent, and showered down upon us if one happened to touch
the side inadvertently.  One had to be careful how one walked, too, as
often only a thin crust of ice and snow covered a hole in the floe,
through which many an unwary member went in up to his waist.  These
perpetual soakings, however, seemed to have had little lasting effect,
or perhaps it was not apparent owing to the excitement of the prospect
of an early release.

A north-westerly wind on December 7 and 8 retarded our progress
somewhat, but I had reason to believe that it would help to open the
ice and form leads through which we might escape to open water. So I
ordered a practice launching of the boats and stowage of food and
stores in them.  This was very satisfactory.  We cut a slipway from our
floe into a lead which ran alongside, and the boats took the water
"like a bird," as one sailor remarked.  Our hopes were high in
anticipation of an early release.  A blizzard sprang up, increasing the
next day and burying tents and packing-cases in the drift.  On December
12 it had moderated somewhat and veered to the south-east, and the next
day the blizzard had ceased, but a good steady wind from south and
south-west continued to blow us north.

"December 15, 1915.--The continuance of southerly winds is exceeding
our best hopes, and raising our spirits in proportion. Prospects could
not be brighter than they are just now.  The environs of our floe are
continually changing.  Some days we are almost surrounded by small open
leads, preventing us from crossing over to the adjacent floes."

After two more days our fortune changed, and a strong north-easterly
wind brought "a beastly cold, windy day" and drove us back three and a
quarter miles.  Soon, however, the wind once more veered to the south
and south-west.  These high temperatures, combined with the strong
changeable winds that we had had of late, led me to conclude that the
ice all around us was rotting and breaking up and that the moment of
our deliverance from the icy maw of the Antarctic was at hand.

On December 20, after discussing the question with Wild, I informed
all hands that I intended to try and make a march to the west to reduce
the distance between us and Paulet Island. A buzz of pleasurable
anticipation went round the camp, and every one was anxious to get on
the move.  So the next day I set off with Wild, Crean, and Hurley, with
dog teams, to the westward to survey the route.  After travelling about
seven miles we mounted a small berg, and there as far as we could see
stretched a series of immense flat floes from half a mile to a mile
across, separated from each other by pressure-ridges which seemed
easily negotiable with pick and shovel. The only place that appeared
likely to be formidable was a very much cracked-up area between the old
floe that we were on and the first of the series of young flat floes
about half a mile away.

December 22 was therefore kept as Christmas Day, and most of our small
remaining stock of luxuries was consumed at the Christmas feast.  We
could not carry it all with us, so for the last time for eight months
we had a really good meal--as much as we could eat. Anchovies in oil,
baked beans, and jugged hare made a glorious mixture such as we have
not dreamed of since our school-days. Everybody was working at high
pressure, packing and repacking sledges and stowing what provisions we
were going to take with us in the various sacks and boxes.  As I looked
round at the eager faces of the men I could not but hope that this time
the fates would be kinder to us than in our last attempt to march
across the ice to safety.



CHAPTER VI

THE MARCH BETWEEN


With the exception of the night-watchman we turned in at 11 p.m., and
at 3 a.m. on December 23 all hands were roused for the purpose of
sledging the two boats, the 'James Caird' and the 'Dudley Docker', over
the dangerously cracked portion to the first of the young floes, whilst
the surface still held its night crust.  A thick sea-fog came up from
the west, so we started off finally at 4.30 a.m., after a drink of hot
coffee.

Practically all hands had to be harnessed to each boat in succession,
and by dint of much careful manipulation and tortuous courses amongst
the broken ice we got both safely over the danger-zone.

We then returned to Ocean Camp for the tents and the rest of the
sledges, and pitched camp by the boats about one and a quarter miles
off.  On the way back a big seal was caught which provided fresh food
for ourselves and for the dogs.  On arrival at the camp a supper of
cold tinned mutton and tea was served, and everybody turned in at 2
p.m.  It was my intention to sleep by day and march by night, so as to
take advantage of the slightly lower temperatures and consequent harder
surfaces.

At 8 p.m. the men were roused, and after a meal of cold mutton and
tea, the march was resumed.  A large open lead brought us to a halt at
11 p.m., whereupon we camped and turned in without a meal. Fortunately
just at this time the weather was fine and warm. Several men slept out
in the open at the beginning of the march. One night, however, a slight
snow-shower came on, succeeded immediately by a lowering of the
temperature.  Worsley, who had hung up his trousers and socks on a
boat, found them iced-up and stiff; and it was quite a painful process
for him to dress quickly that morning.  I was anxious, now that we had
started, that we should make every effort to extricate ourselves, and
this temporary check so early was rather annoying.  So that afternoon
Wild and I ski-ed out to the crack and found that it had closed up
again.  We marked out the track with small flags as we returned.  Each
day, after all hands had turned in, Wild and I would go ahead for two
miles or so to reconnoitre the next day's route, marking it with pieces
of wood, tins, and small flags. We had to pick the road which though it
might be somewhat devious, was flattest and had least hummocks.
Pressure-ridges had to be skirted, and where this was not possible the
best place to make a bridge of ice-blocks across the lead or over the
ridge had to be found and marked. It was the duty of the dog-drivers to
thus prepare the track for those who were toiling behind with the heavy
boats. These boats were hauled in relays, about sixty yards at a time.
I did not wish them to be separated by too great a distance in case the
ice should crack between them, and we should be unable to reach the one
that was in rear.  Every twenty yards or so they had to stop for a rest
and to take breath, and it was a welcome sight to them to see the
canvas screen go up on some oars, which denoted the fact that the cook
had started preparing a meal, and that a temporary halt, at any rate,
was going to be made.  Thus the ground had to be traversed three times
by the boat-hauling party. The dog-sledges all made two, and some of
them three, relays. The dogs were wonderful.  Without them we could
never have transported half the food and gear that we did.

We turned in at 7 p.m. that night, and at 1 a.m. next day, the 25th,
and the third day of our march, a breakfast of sledging ration was
served.  By 2 a.m. we were on the march again.  We wished one another a
merry Christmas, and our thoughts went back to those at home.  We
wondered, too, that day, as we sat down to our "lunch" of stale, thin
bannock and a mug of thin cocoa, what they were having at home.

All hands were very cheerful.  The prospect of a relief from the
monotony of life on the floe raised all our spirits. One man wrote in
his diary: "It's a hard, rough, jolly life, this marching and camping;
no washing of self or dishes, no undressing, no changing of clothes.
We have our food anyhow, and always impregnated with blubber-smoke;
sleeping almost on the bare snow and working as hard as the human
physique is capable of doing on a minimum of food."

We marched on, with one halt at 6 a.m., till half-past eleven. After a
supper of seal steaks and tea we turned in.  The surface now was pretty
bad.  High temperatures during the day made the upper layers of snow
very soft, and the thin crust which formed at night was not sufficient
to support a man.  Consequently, at each step we went in over our knees
in the soft wet snow.  Sometimes a man would step into a hole in the
ice which was hidden by the covering of snow, and be pulled up with a
jerk by his harness. The sun was very hot and many were suffering from
cracked lips.

Two seals were killed to-day.  Wild and McIlroy, who went out to
secure them, had rather an exciting time on some very loose, rotten
ice, three killer-whales in a lead a few yards away poking up their
ugly heads as if in anticipation of a feast.

Next day, December 26, we started off again at 1 a.m. "The surface was
much better than it has been for the last few days, and this is the
principal thing that matters.  The route, however, lay over very
hummocky floes, and required much work with pick and shovel to make it
passable for the boat-sledges.  These are handled in relays by eighteen
men under Worsley.  It is killing work on soft surfaces."

At 5 a.m. we were brought up by a wide open lead after an
unsatisfactorily short march.  While we waited, a meal of tea and two
small bannocks was served, but as 10 a.m. came and there were no signs
of the lead closing we all turned in.

It snowed a little during the day and those who were sleeping outside
got their sleeping-bags pretty wet.

At 9.30 p.m. that night we were off again.  I was, as usual,
pioneering in front, followed by the cook and his mate pulling a small
sledge with the stove and all the cooking gear on.  These two, black as
two Mohawk Minstrels with the blubber-soot, were dubbed "Potash and
Perlmutter."  Next come the dog teams, who soon overtake the cook, and
the two boats bring up the rear. Were it not for these cumbrous boats
we should get along at a great rate, but we dare not abandon them on
any account.  As it is we left one boat, the 'Stancomb Wills', behind
at Ocean Camp, and the remaining two will barely accommodate the whole
party when we leave the floe.

We did a good march of one and a half miles that night before we
halted for "lunch" at 1 a.m., and then on for another mile, when at 5
a.m. we camped by a little sloping berg.

Blackie, one of Wild's dogs, fell lame and could neither pull nor keep
up with the party even when relieved of his harness, so had to be shot.

Nine p.m. that night, the 27th, saw us on the march again.  The first
200 yds. took us about five hours to cross, owing to the amount of
breaking down of pressure-ridges and filling in of leads that was
required.  The surface, too, was now very soft, so our progress was
slow and tiring.  We managed to get another three-quarters of a mile
before lunch, and a further mile due west over a very hummocky floe
before we camped at 5.30 a.m. Greenstreet and Macklin killed and
brought in a huge Weddell seal weighing about 800 lbs., and two emperor
penguins made a welcome addition to our larder.

I climbed a small tilted berg nearby.  The country immediately ahead
was much broken up.  Great open leads intersected the floes at all
angles, and it all looked very unpromising.  Wild and I went out
prospecting as usual, but it seemed too broken to travel over.

"December 29.--After a further reconnaissance the ice ahead proved
quite un-negotiable, so at 8.30 p.m. last night, to the intense
disappointment of all, instead of forging ahead, we had to retire half
a mile so as to get on a stronger floe, and by 10 p.m. we had camped
and all hands turned in again.  The extra sleep was much needed,
however disheartening the check may be."

During the night a crack formed right across the floe, so we hurriedly
shifted to a strong old floe about a mile and a half to the east of our
present position.  The ice all around was now too broken and soft to
sledge over, and yet there was not sufficient open water to allow us to
launch the boats with any degree of safety.  We had been on the march
for seven days; rations were short and the men were weak.  They were
worn out with the hard pulling over soft surfaces, and our stock of
sledging food was very small.  We had marched seven and a half miles in
a direct line and at this rate it would take us over three hundred days
to reach the land away to the west.  As we only had food for forty-two
days there was no alternative, therefore, but to camp once more on the
floe and to possess our souls with what patience we could till
conditions should appear more favourable for a renewal of the attempt
to escape.  To this end, we stacked our surplus provisions, the reserve
sledging rations being kept lashed on the sledges, and brought what
gear we could from our but lately deserted Ocean Camp.

Our new home, which we were to occupy for nearly three and a half
months, we called "Patience Camp."



CHAPTER VII

PATIENCE CAMP


The apathy which seemed to take possession of some of the men at the
frustration of their hopes was soon dispelled.  Parties were sent out
daily in different directions to look for seals and penguins.  We had
left, other than reserve sledging rations, about 110 lbs. of pemmican,
including the dog-pemmican, and 300 lbs. of flour.  In addition there
was a little tea, sugar, dried vegetables, and suet. I sent Hurley and
Macklin to Ocean Camp to bring back the food that we had had to leave
there.  They returned with quite a good load, including 130 lbs. of dry
milk, about 50 lbs. each of dog-pemmican and jam, and a few tins of
potted meats.  When they were about a mile and a half away their voices
were quite audible to us at Ocean Camp, so still was the air.

We were, of course, very short of the farinaceous element in our diet.
The flour would last ten weeks.  After that our sledging rations would
last us less than three months.  Our meals had to consist mainly of
seal and penguin; and though this was valuable as an anti-scorbutic, so
much so that not a single case of scurvy occurred amongst the party,
yet it was a badly adjusted diet, and we felt rather weak and enervated
in consequence.

"The cook deserves much praise for the way he has stuck to his job
through all this severe blizzard.  His galley consists of nothing but a
few boxes arranged as a table, with a canvas screen erected around them
on four oars and the two blubber-stoves within.  The protection
afforded by the screen is only partial, and the eddies drive the
pungent blubber-smoke in all directions."

After a few days we were able to build him an igloo of ice-blocks,
with a tarpaulin over the top as a roof.

"Our rations are just sufficient to keep us alive, but we all feel
that we could eat twice as much as we get.  An average day's food at
present consists of  lb. of seal with  pint of tea for breakfast, a 4-
oz. bannock with milk for lunch, and  pint of seal stew for supper.
That is barely enough, even doing very little work as we are, for of
course we are completely destitute of bread or potatoes or anything of
that sort.  Some seem to feel it more than others and are continually
talking of food; but most of us find that the continual conversation
about food only whets an appetite that cannot be satisfied.  Our
craving for bread and butter is very real, not because we cannot get
it, but because the system feels the need of it."

Owing to this shortage of food and the fact that we needed all that we
could get for ourselves, I had to order all the dogs except two teams
to be shot.  It was the worst job that we had had throughout the
Expedition, and we felt their loss keenly.

I had to be continually rearranging the weekly menu.  The possible
number of permutations of seal meat were decidedly limited.  The fact
that the men did not know what was coming gave them a sort of mental
speculation, and the slightest variation was of great value.

"We caught an adelie to-day (January 26) and another whale was seen at
close quarters, but no seals.

"We are now very short of blubber, and in consequence one stove has to
be shut down.  We only get one hot beverage a day, the tea at
breakfast.  For the rest we have iced water.  Sometimes we are short
even of this, so we take a few chips of ice in a tobacco-tin to bed
with us.  In the morning there is about a spoonful of water in the tin,
and one has to lie very still all night so as not to spill it."

To provide some variety in the food, I commenced to use the sledging
ration at half strength twice a week.

The ice between us and Ocean Camp, now only about five miles away and
actually to the south-west of us, was very broken, but I decided to
send Macklin and Hurley back with their dogs to see if there was any
more food that could be added to our scanty stock.  I gave them written
instructions to take no undue risk or cross any wide-open leads, and
said that they were to return by midday the next day. Although they
both fell through the thin ice up to their waists more than once, they
managed to reach the camp.  They found the surface soft and sunk about
two feet.  Ocean Camp, they said, "looked like a village that had been
razed to the ground and deserted by its inhabitants."  The floor-boards
forming the old tent-bottoms had prevented the sun from thawing the
snow directly underneath them, and were in consequence raised about two
feet above the level of the surrounding floe.

The storehouse next the galley had taken on a list of several degrees
to starboard, and pools of water had formed everywhere. They collected
what food they could find and packed a few books in a venesta sledging-
case, returning to Patience Camp by about 8 p.m.  I was pleased at
their quick return, and as their report seemed to show that the road
was favourable, on February 2 I sent back eighteen men under Wild to
bring all the remainder of the food and the third boat, the 'Stancomb
Wills'.  They started off at 1 a.m., towing the empty boat-sledge on
which the 'James Caird' had rested, and reached Ocean Camp about 3.30
a.m.

"We stayed about three hours at the Camp, mounting the boat on the
sledge, collecting eatables, clothing, and books.  We left at 6 a.m.,
arriving back at Patience Camp with the boat at 12.30 p.m., taking
exactly three times as long to return with the boat as it did to pull
in the empty sledge to fetch it.  On the return journey we had numerous
halts while the pioneer party of four were busy breaking down pressure-
ridges and filling in open cracks with ice-blocks, as the leads were
opening up.  The sun had softened the surface a good deal, and in
places it was terribly hard pulling.  Every one was a bit exhausted by
the time we got back, as we are not now in good training and are on
short rations.  Every now and then the heavy sledge broke through the
ice altogether and was practically afloat. We had an awful job to
extricate it, exhausted as we were. The longest distance which we
managed to make without stopping for leads or pressure-ridges was about
three quarters of a mile.

"About a mile from Patience Camp we had a welcome surprise. Sir Ernest
and Hussey sledged out to meet us with dixies of hot tea, well wrapped
up to keep them warm.

"One or two of the men left behind had cut a moderately good track for
us into the camp, and they harnessed themselves up with us, and we got
in in fine style.

"One excellent result of our trip was the recovery of two cases of
lentils weighing 42 lbs. each."

The next day I sent Macklin and Crean back to make a further selection
of the gear, but they found that several leads had opened up during the
night, and they had to return when within a mile and a half of their
destination.  We were never able to reach Ocean Camp again.  Still,
there was very little left there that would have been of use to us.

By the middle of February the blubber question was a serious one. I
had all the discarded seals' heads and flippers dug up and stripped of
every vestige of blubber.  Meat was very short too. We still had our
three months' supply of sledging food practically untouched; we were
only to use this as a last resort.  We had a small supply of dog-
pemmican, the dogs that were left being fed on those parts of the seals
that we could not use.  This dog-pemmican we fried in suet with a
little flour and made excellent bannocks.

Our meat supply was now very low indeed; we were reduced to just a few
scraps.  Fortunately, however, we caught two seals and four emperor
penguins, and next day forty adelies.  We had now only forty days' food
left, and the lack of blubber was being keenly felt.  All our suet was
used up, so we used seal-blubber to fry the meat in. Once we were used
to its fishy taste we enjoyed it; in fact, like Oliver Twist, we wanted
more.

On Leap Year day, February 29, we held a special celebration, more to
cheer the men up than for anything else.  Some of the cynics of the
party held that it was to celebrate their escape from woman's wiles for
another four years.  The last of our cocoa was used to-day. Henceforth
water, with an occasional drink of weak milk, is to be our only
beverage.  Three lumps of sugar were now issued to each man daily.

One night one of the dogs broke loose and played havoc with our
precious stock of bannocks.  He ate four and half of a fifth before he
could be stopped.  The remaining half, with the marks of the dog's
teeth on it, I gave to Worsley, who divided it up amongst his seven
tent-mates; they each received about half a square inch.

Lees, who was in charge of the food and responsible for its safe
keeping, wrote in his diary: "The shorter the provisions the more there
is to do in the commissariat department, contriving to eke out our
slender stores as the weeks pass by.  No housewife ever had more to do
than we have in making a little go a long way.

"Writing about the bannock that Peter bit makes one wish now that one
could have many a meal that one has given to the dog at home. When one
is hungry, fastidiousness goes to the winds and one is only too glad to
eat up any scraps regardless of their antecedents.  One is almost
ashamed to write of all the titbits one has picked up here, but it is
enough to say that when the cook upset some pemmican on to an old sooty
cloth and threw it outside his galley, one man subsequently made a
point of acquiring it and scraping off the palatable but dirty
compound."

Another man searched for over an hour in the snow where he had dropped
a piece of cheese some days before, in the hopes of finding a few
crumbs.  He was rewarded by coming across a piece as big as his thumb-
nail, and considered it well worth the trouble.

By this time blubber was a regular article of our diet--either raw,
boiled, or fried. "It is remarkable how our appetites have changed in
this respect.  Until quite recently almost the thought of it was
nauseating.  Now, however, we positively demand it. The thick black oil
which is rendered down from it, rather like train-oil in appearance and
cod-liver oil in taste, we drink with avidity."

We had now about enough farinaceous food for two meals all round, and
sufficient seal to last for a month.  Our forty days' reserve sledging
rations, packed on the sledges, we wished to keep till the last.

But, as one man philosophically remarked in his diary:

"It will do us all good to be hungry like this, for we will appreciate
so much more the good things when we get home."

Seals and penguins now seemed to studiously avoid us, and on taking
stock of our provisions on March 21 I found that we had only sufficient
meat to last us for ten days, and the blubber would not last that time
even, so one biscuit had to be our midday meal.

Our meals were now practically all seal meat, with one biscuit at
midday; and I calculated that at this rate, allowing for a certain
number of seals and penguins being caught, we could last for nearly six
months.  We were all very weak though, and as soon as it appeared
likely that we should leave our floe and take to the boats I should
have to considerably increase the ration.  One day a huge sea-leopard
climbed on to the floe and attacked one of the men.  Wild, hearing the
shouting, ran out and shot it.  When it was cut up, we found in its
stomach several undigested fish.  These we fried in some of its
blubber, and so had our only "fresh" fish meal during the whole of our
drift on the ice.

"As fuel is so scarce we have had to resort to melting ice for
drinking-water in tins against our bodies, and we treat the tins of dog-
pemmican for breakfast similarly by keeping them in our sleeping-bags
all night.

"The last two teams of dogs were shot to-day (April 2) the carcasses
being dressed for food.  We had some of the dog-meat cooked, and it was
not at all bad--just like beef, but, of course, very tough."

On April 5 we killed two seals, and this, with the sea-leopard of a
few days before, enabled us to slightly increase our ration. Everybody
now felt much happier; such is the psychological effect of hunger
appeased.

On cold days a few strips of raw blubber were served out to all hands,
and it is wonderful how it fortified us against the cold.

Our stock of forty days' sledging rations remained practically
untouched, but once in the boats they were used at full strength.

When we first settled down at Patience Camp the weather was very mild.
New Year's Eve, however, was foggy and overcast, with some snow, and
next day, though the temperature rose to 38 Fahr., it was "abominably
cold and wet underfoot."  As a rule, during the first half of January
the weather was comparatively warm, so much so that we could dispense
with our mitts and work outside for quite long periods with bare hands.
Up till the 13th it was exasperatingly warm and calm.  This meant that
our drift northwards, which was almost entirely dependent on the wind,
was checked.  A light southerly breeze on the 16th raised all our
hopes, and as the temperature was dropping we were looking forward to a
period of favourable winds and a long drift north.

On the 18th it had developed into a howling south-westerly gale,
rising next day to a regular blizzard with much drift.  No one left the
shelter of his tent except to feed the dogs, fetch the meals from the
galley for his tent, or when his turn as watchman came round. For six
days this lasted, when the drift subsided somewhat, though the
southerly wind continued, and we were able to get a glimpse of the sun.
This showed us to have drifted 84 miles north in six days, the longest
drift we had made.  For weeks we had remained on the 67th parallel, and
it seemed as though some obstruction was preventing us from passing it.
By this amazing leap, however, we had crossed the Antarctic Circle, and
were now 146 miles from the nearest land to the west of us--Snow Hill--
and 357 miles from the South Orkneys, the first land directly to the
north of us.

As if to make up for this, an equally strong north-easterly wind
sprang up next day, and not only stopped our northward drift but set us
back three miles to the south.  As usual, high temperatures and wet fog
accompanied these northerly winds, though the fog disappeared on the
afternoon of January 25, and we had the unusual spectacle of bright hot
sun with a north-easterly wind.  It was as hot a day as we had ever
had. The temperature was 36 Fahr. in the shade and nearly 80 Fahr.
inside the tents.  This had an awful effect on the surface, covering it
with pools and making it very treacherous to walk upon. Ten days of
northerly winds rather damped our spirits, but a strong southerly wind
on February 4, backing later, to south-east, carried us north again.
High temperatures and northerly winds soon succeeded this, so that our
average rate of northerly drift was about a mile a day in February.
Throughout the month the diaries record alternately "a wet day,
overcast and mild," and "bright and cold with light southerly winds."
The wind was now the vital factor with us and the one topic of any real
interest.

The beginning of March brought cold, damp, calm weather, with much wet
snow and overcast skies.  The effect of the weather on our mental state
was very marked.  All hands felt much more cheerful on a bright sunny
day, and looked forward with much more hope to the future, than when it
was dull and overcast.  This had a much greater effect than an increase
in rations.

A south-easterly gale on the 13th lasting for five days sent us twenty
miles north, and from now our good fortune, as far as the wind was
concerned, never left us for any length of time.  On the 20th we
experienced the worst blizzard we had had up to that time, though worse
were to come after landing on Elephant Island.  Thick snow fell, making
it impossible to see the camp from thirty yards off.  To go outside for
a moment entailed getting covered all over with fine powdery snow,
which required a great deal of brushing off before one could enter
again.

As the blizzard eased up, the temperature dropped and it became
bitterly cold.  In our weak condition, with torn, greasy clothes, we
felt these sudden variations in temperature much more than we otherwise
would have done.  A calm, clear, magnificently warm day followed, and
next day came a strong southerly blizzard.  Drifts four feet deep
covered everything, and we had to be continually digging up our scanty
stock of meat to prevent its being lost altogether.  We had taken
advantage of the previous fine day to attempt to thaw out our blankets,
which were frozen stiff and could be held out like pieces of sheet-
iron; but on this day, and for the next two or three also, it was
impossible to do anything but get right inside one's frozen sleeping-
bag to try and get warm. Too cold to read or sew, we had to keep our
hands well inside, and pass the time in conversation with each other.

"The temperature was not strikingly low as temperatures go down here,
but the terrific winds penetrate the flimsy fabric of our fragile tents
and create so much draught that it is impossible to keep warm within.
At supper last night our drinking-water froze over in the tin in the
tent before we could drink it. It is curious how thirsty we all are."

Two days of brilliant warm sunshine succeeded these cold times, and on
March 29 we experienced, to us, the most amazing weather. It began to
rain hard, and it was the first rain that we had seen since we left
South Georgia sixteen months ago.  We regarded, it as our first touch
with civilization, and many of the men longed for the rain and fogs of
London.

Strong south winds with dull, overcast skies and occasional high
temperatures were now our lot till April 7, when the mist lifted and we
could make out what appeared to be land to the north.

Although the general drift of our ice-floe had indicated to us that we
must eventually drift north, our progress in that direction was not by
any means uninterrupted.  We were at the mercy of the wind, and could
no more control our drift than we could control the weather.

A long spell of calm, still weather at the beginning of January caused
us some anxiety by keeping us at about the latitude that we were in at
the beginning of December.  Towards the end of January, however, a long
drift of eighty-four miles in a blizzard cheered us all up.  This soon
stopped and we began a slight drift to the east. Our general drift now
slowed up considerably, and by February 22 we were still eighty miles
from Paulet Island, which now was our objective.  There was a hut there
and some stores which had been taken down by the ship which went to the
rescue of Nordenskjold's Expedition in 1904, and whose fitting out and
equipment I had charge of.  We remarked amongst ourselves what a
strange turn of fate it would be if the very cases of provisions which
I had ordered and sent out so many years before were now to support us
during the coming winter.  But this was not to be. March 5 found us
about forty miles south of the longitude of Paulet Island, but well to
the east of it; and as the ice was still too much broken up to sledge
over, it appeared as if we should be carried past it.  By March 17 we
were exactly on a level with Paulet Island but sixty miles to the east.
It might have been six hundred for all the chance that we had of
reaching it by sledging across the broken sea-ice in its present
condition.

Our thoughts now turned to the Danger Islands, thirty-five miles away.
"It seems that we are likely to drift up and down this coast from south-
west to north-east and back again for some time yet before we finally
clear the point of Joinville Island; until we do we cannot hope for
much opening up, as the ice must be very congested against the south-
east coast of the island, otherwise our failure to respond to the
recent south-easterly gale cannot be well accounted for.  In support of
this there has been some very heavy pressure on the north-east side, of
our floe, one immense block being up-ended to a height of 25 ft.  We
saw a Dominican gull fly over to-day, the first we have seen since
leaving South Georgia; it is another sign of our proximity to land.  We
cut steps in this 25-ft. slab, and it makes a fine look-out.  When the
weather clears we confidently expect to see land."

A heavy blizzard obscured our view till March 23. "'Land in sight' was
reported this morning.  We were sceptical, but this afternoon it showed
up unmistakably to the west, and there can be no further doubt about
it.  It is Joinville Island, and its serrated mountain ranges, all snow-
clad, are just visible on the horizon.  This barren, inhospitable-
looking land would be a haven of refuge to us if we could but reach it.
It would be ridiculous to make the attempt though, with the ice all
broken up as it is. It is too loose and broken to march over, yet not
open enough to be able to launch the boats."  For the next two or three
days we saw ourselves slowly drifting past the land, longing to reach
it yet prevented from doing so by the ice between, and towards the end
of March we saw Mount Haddington fade away into the distance.

Our hopes were now centred on Elephant Island or Clarence Island,
which lay 100 miles almost due north of us.

If we failed to reach either of them we might try for South Georgia,
but our chances of reaching it would be very small.



CHAPTER VIII

ESCAPE FROM THE ICE


On April 7 at daylight the long-desired peak of Clarence Island came
into view, bearing nearly north from our camp.  At first it had the
appearance of a huge berg, but with the growing light we could see
plainly the black lines of scree and the high, precipitous cliffs of
the island, which were miraged up to some extent.  The dark rocks in
the white snow were a pleasant sight. So long had our eyes looked on
icebergs that apparently grew or dwindled according to the angles at
which the shadows were cast by the sun; so often had we discovered
rocky islands and brought in sight the peaks of Joinville Land, only to
find them, after some change of wind or temperature, floating away as
nebulous cloud or ordinary berg; that not until Worsley, Wild, and
Hurley had unanimously confirmed my observation was I satisfied that I
was really looking at Clarence Island.  The land was still more than
sixty miles away, but it had to our eyes something of the appearance of
home, since we expected to find there our first solid footing after all
the long months of drifting on the unstable ice. We had adjusted
ourselves to the life on the floe, but our hopes had been fixed all the
time on some possible landing-place.  As one hope failed to
materialize, our anticipations fed themselves on another. Our drifting
home had no rudder to guide it, no sail to give it speed.  We were
dependent upon the caprice of wind and current; we went whither those
irresponsible forces listed.  The longing to feel solid earth under our
feet filled our hearts.

In the full daylight Clarence Island ceased to look like land and had
the appearance of a berg of more than eight or ten miles away, so
deceptive are distances in the clear air of the Antarctic. The sharp
white peaks of Elephant Island showed to the west of north a little
later in the day.

"I have stopped issuing sugar now, and our meals consist of seal meat
and blubber only, with 7 ozs. of dried milk per day for the party," I
wrote.  "Each man receives a pinch of salt, and the milk is boiled up
to make hot drinks for all hands.  The diet suits us, since we cannot
get much exercise on the floe and the blubber supplies heat.  Fried
slices of blubber seem to our taste to resemble crisp bacon.  It
certainly is no hardship to eat it, though persons living under
civilized conditions probably would shudder at it.  The hardship would
come if we were unable to get it."

I think that the palate of the human animal can adjust itself to
anything.  Some creatures will die before accepting a strange diet if
deprived of their natural food.  The Yaks of the Himalayan uplands must
feed from the growing grass, scanty and dry though it may be, and would
starve even if allowed the best oats and corn.

"We still have the dark water-sky of the last week with us to the
south-west and west, round to the north-east.  We are leaving all the
bergs to the west and there are few within our range of vision now. The
swell is more marked to-day, and I feel sure we are at the verge of the
floe-ice.  One strong gale, followed by a calm would scatter the pack,
I think, and then we could push through. I have been thinking much of
our prospects.  The appearance of Clarence Island after our long drift
seems, somehow, to convey an ultimatum.  The island is the last outpost
of the south and our final chance of a landing-place.  Beyond it lies
the broad Atlantic. Our little boats may be compelled any day now to
sail unsheltered over the open sea with a thousand leagues of ocean
separating them from the land to the north and east.  It seems vital
that we shall land on Clarence Island or its neighbour, Elephant
Island. The latter island has attraction for us, although as far as I
know nobody has ever landed there.  Its name suggests the presence of
the plump and succulent sea-elephant. We have an increasing desire in
any case to get firm ground under our feet.  The floe has been a good
friend to us, but it is reaching the end of its journey, and it is
liable at any time now to break up and fling us into the unplumbed sea."

A little later, after reviewing the whole situation in the light of
our circumstances, I made up my mind that we should try to reach
Deception Island.  The relative positions of Clarence, Elephant, and
Deception Islands can be seen on the chart.  The two islands first
named lay comparatively near to us and were separated by some eighty
miles of water from Prince George Island, which was about 150 miles
away from our camp on the berg.  From this island a chain of similar
islands extends westward, terminating in Deception Island.  The
channels separating these desolate patches of rock and ice are from ten
to fifteen miles wide.  But we knew from the Admiralty sailing
directions that there were stores for the use of shipwrecked mariners
on Deception Island, and it was possible that the summer whalers had
not yet deserted its harbour. Also we had learned from our scanty
records that a small church had been erected there for the benefit of
the transient whalers. The existence of this building would mean to us
a supply of timber, from which, if dire necessity urged us, we could
construct a reasonably seaworthy boat.  We had discussed this point
during our drift on the floe.  Two of our boats were fairly strong, but
the third, the 'James Caird', was light, although a little longer than
the others.  All of them were small for the navigation of these
notoriously stormy seas, and they would be heavily loaded, so a voyage
in open water would be a serious undertaking.  I fear that the
carpenter's fingers were already itching to convert pews into topsides
and decks.  In any case, the worst that could befall us when we had
reached Deception Island would be a wait until the whalers returned
about the middle of November.

Another bit of information gathered from the records of the west side
of the Weddell Sea related to Prince George Island.  The Admiralty
"Sailing Directions," referring to the South Shetlands, mentioned a
cave on this island.  None of us had seen that cave or could say if it
was large or small, wet or dry; but as we drifted on our floe and
later, when navigating the treacherous leads and making our uneasy
night camps, that cave seemed to my fancy to be a palace which in
contrast would dim the splendours of Versailles.

The swell increased that night and the movement of the ice became more
pronounced.  Occasionally a neighbouring floe would hammer against the
ice on which we were camped, and the lesson of these blows was plain to
read.  We must get solid ground under our feet quickly.  When the
vibration ceased after a heavy surge, my thoughts flew round to the
problem ahead.  If the party had not numbered more than six men a
solution would not have been so hard to find; but obviously the
transportation of the whole party to a place of safety, with the
limited means at our disposal, was going to be a matter of extreme
difficulty. There were twenty-eight men on our floating cake of ice,
which was steadily dwindling under the influence of wind, weather,
charging floes, and heavy swell.  I confess that I felt the burden of
responsibility sit heavily on my shoulders; but, on the other hand, I
was stimulated and cheered by the attitude of the men. Loneliness is
the penalty of leadership, but the man who has to make the decisions is
assisted greatly if he feels that there is no uncertainty in the minds
of those who follow him, and that his orders will be carried out
confidently and in expectation of success.

The sun was shining in the blue sky on the following morning (April
8).  Clarence Island showed clearly on the horizon, and Elephant Island
could also be distinguished.  The single snow-clad peak of Clarence
Island stood up as a beacon of safety, though the most optimistic
imagination could not make an easy path of the ice and ocean that
separated us from that giant, white and austere.

"The pack was much looser this morning, and the long rolling swell
from the north-east is more pronounced than it was yesterday.  The
floes rise and fall with the surge of the sea.  We evidently are
drifting with the surface current, for all the heavier masses of floe,
bergs, and hummocks are being left behind.  There has been some
discussion in the camp as to the advisability of making one of the
bergs our home for the time being and drifting with it to the west. The
idea is not sound.  I cannot be sure that the berg would drift in the
right direction.  If it did move west and carried us into the open
water, what would be our fate when we tried to launch the boats down
the steep sides of the berg in the sea-swell after the surrounding
floes had left us?  One must reckon, too, the chance of the berg
splitting or even overturning during our stay.  It is not possible to
gauge the condition of a big mass of ice by surface appearance.  The
ice may have a fault, and when the wind, current, and swell set up
strains and tensions, the line of weakness may reveal itself suddenly
and disastrously. No, I do not like the idea of drifting on a berg.  We
must stay on our floe till conditions improve and then make another
attempt to advance towards the land."

At 6.30 p.m. a particularly heavy shock went through our floe. The
watchman and other members of the party made an immediate inspection
and found a crack right under the 'James Caird' and between the other
two boats and the main camp.  Within five minutes the boats were over
the crack and close to the tents.  The trouble was not caused by a blow
from another floe.  We could see that the piece of ice we occupied had
slewed and now presented its long axis towards the oncoming swell.  The
floe, therefore, was pitching in the manner of a ship, and it had
cracked across when the swell lifted the centre, leaving the two ends
comparatively unsupported. We were now on a triangular raft of ice, the
three sides measuring, roughly, 90, 100, and 120 yds.  Night came down
dull and overcast, and before midnight the wind had freshened from the
west.  We could see that the pack was opening under the influence of
wind, wave, and current, and I felt that the time for launching the
boats was near at hand.  Indeed, it was obvious that even if the
conditions were unfavourable for a start during the coming day, we
could not safely stay on the floe many hours longer.  The movement of
the ice in the swell was increasing, and the floe might split right
under our camp.  We had made preparations for quick action if anything
of the kind occurred.  Our case would be desperate if the ice broke
into small pieces not large enough to support our party and not loose
enough to permit the use of the boats.

The following day was Sunday (April 9), but it proved no day of rest
for us.  Many of the important events of our Expedition occurred on
Sundays, and this particular day was to see our forced departure from
the floe on which we had lived for nearly six months, and the start of
our journeyings in the boats.

"This has been an eventful day.  The morning was fine, though somewhat
overcast by stratus and cumulus clouds; moderate south-south-westerly
and south-easterly breezes.  We hoped that with this wind the ice would
drift nearer to Clarence Island. At 7 a.m. lanes of water and leads
could be seen on the horizon to the west.  The ice separating us from
the lanes was loose, but did not appear to be workable for the boats.
The long swell from the north-west was coming in more freely than on
the previous day and was driving the floes together in the utmost
confusion. The loose brash between the masses of ice was being churned
to mudlike consistency, and no boat could have lived in the channels
that opened and closed around us. Our own floe was suffering in the
general disturbance, and after breakfast I ordered the tents to be
struck and everything prepared for an immediate start when the boats
could be launched."

I had decided to take the 'James Caird' myself, with Wild and eleven
men.  This was the largest of our boats, and in addition to her human
complement she carried the major portion of the stores. Worsley had
charge of the 'Dudley Docker' with nine men, and Hudson and Crean were
the senior men on the 'Stancomb Wills'.

Soon after breakfast the ice closed again.  We were standing by, with
our preparations as complete as they could be made, when at 11 a.m. our
floe suddenly split right across under the boats.  We rushed our gear
on to the larger of the two pieces and watched with strained attention
for the next development.  The crack had cut through the site of my
tent.  I stood on the edge of the new fracture, and, looking across the
widening channel of water, could see the spot where for many months my
head and shoulders had rested when I was in my sleeping-bag.  The
depression formed by my body and legs was on our side of the crack.
The ice had sunk under my weight during the months of waiting in the
tent, and I had many times put snow under the bag to fill the hollow.
The lines of stratification showed clearly the different layers of
snow.  How fragile and precarious had been our resting-place! Yet usage
had dulled our sense of danger. The floe had become our home, and
during the early months of the drift we had almost ceased to realize
that it was but a sheet of ice floating on unfathomed seas.  Now our
home was being shattered under our feet, and we had a sense of loss and
incompleteness hard to describe.

The fragments of our floe came together again a little later, and we
had our lunch of seal meat, all hands eating their fill. I thought that
a good meal would be the best possible preparation for the journey that
now seemed imminent, and as we would not be able to take all our meat
with us when we finally moved, we could regard every pound eaten as a
pound rescued.  The call to action came at 1 p.m. The pack opened well
and the channels became navigable.  The conditions were not all one
could have desired, but it was best not to wait any longer.  The
'Dudley Docker' and the 'Stancomb Wills' were launched quickly.  Stores
were thrown in, and the two boats were pulled clear of the immediate
floes towards a pool of open water three miles broad, in which floated
a lone and mighty berg.  The 'James Caird' was the last boat to leave,
heavily loaded with stores and odds and ends of camp equipment.  Many
things regarded by us as essentials at that time were to be discarded a
little later as the pressure of the primitive became more severe. Man
can sustain life with very scanty means.  The trappings of civilization
are soon cast aside in the face of stern realities, and given the
barest opportunity of winning food and shelter, man can live and even
find his laughter ringing true.

The three boats were a mile away from our floe home at 2 p.m.  We had
made our way through the channels and had entered the big pool when we
saw a rush of foam-clad water and tossing ice approaching us, like the
tidal bore of a river.  The pack was being impelled to the east by a
tide-rip, and two huge masses of ice were driving down upon us on
converging courses.  The 'James Caird' was leading. Starboarding the
helm and bending strongly to the oars, we managed to get clear. The two
other boats followed us, though from their position astern at first
they had not realized the immediate danger.  The 'Stancomb Wills' was
the last boat and she was very nearly caught, but by great exertion she
was kept just ahead of the driving ice.  It was an unusual and
startling experience. The effect of tidal action on ice is not often as
marked as it was that day.  The advancing ice, accompanied by a large
wave, appeared to be travelling at about three knots; and if we had not
succeeded in pulling clear we would certainly have been swamped.

We pulled hard for an hour to windward of the berg that lay in the
open water.  The swell was crashing on its perpendicular sides and
throwing spray to a height of sixty feet.  Evidently there was an ice-
foot at the east end, for the swell broke before it reached the berg-
face and flung its white spray on to the blue ice-wall.  We might have
paused to have admired the spectacle under other conditions; but night
was coming on apace, and we needed a camping-place.  As we steered
north-west, still amid the ice-floes, the 'Dudley Docker' got jammed
between two masses while attempting to make a short cut.  The old adage
about a short cut being the longest way round is often as true in the
Antarctic as it is in the peaceful countryside.  The 'James Caird' got
a line aboard the 'Dudley Docker', and after some hauling the boat was
brought clear of the ice again.  We hastened forward in the twilight in
search of a flat, old floe, and presently found a fairly large piece
rocking in the swell.  It was not an ideal camping-place by any means,
but darkness had overtaken us.  We hauled the boats up, and by  8 p.m.
had the tents pitched and the blubber-stove burning cheerily.  Soon all
hands were well fed and happy in their tents, and snatches of song came
to me as I wrote up my log.

Some intangible feeling of uneasiness made me leave my tent about 11
p.m. that night and glance around the quiet camp.  The stars between
the snow-flurries showed that the floe had swung round and was end on
to the swell, a position exposing it to sudden strains.  I started to
walk across the floe in order to warn the watchman to look carefully
for cracks, and as I was passing the men's tent the floe lifted on the
crest of a swell and cracked right under my feet.  The men were in one
of the dome-shaped tents, and it began to stretch apart as the ice
opened.  A muffled sound, suggestive of suffocation, came from beneath
the stretching tent.  I rushed forward, helped some emerging men from
under the canvas, and called out, "Are you all right?"

"There are two in the water," somebody answered.  The crack had
widened to about four feet, and as I threw myself down at the edge, I
saw a whitish object floating in the water.  It was a sleeping-bag with
a man inside.  I was able to grasp it, and with a heave lifted man and
bag on to the floe.  A few seconds later the ice-edges came together
again with tremendous force.  Fortunately, there had been but one man
in the water, or the incident might have been a tragedy. The rescued
bag contained Holness, who was wet down to the waist but otherwise
unscathed. The crack was now opening again.  The 'James Caird' and my
tent were on one side of the opening and the remaining two boats and
the rest of the camp on the other side.  With two or three men to help
me I struck my tent; then all hands manned the painter and rushed the
'James Caird' across the opening crack.  We held to the rope while, one
by one, the men left on our side of the floe jumped the channel or
scrambled over by means of the boat.  Finally I was left alone.  The
night had swallowed all the others and the rapid movement of the ice
forced me to let go the painter.  For a moment I felt that my piece of
rocking floe was the loneliest place in the world.  Peering into the
darkness; I could just see the dark figures on the other floe.  I
hailed Wild, ordering him to launch the 'Stancomb Wills', but I need
not have troubled.  His quick brain had anticipated the order and
already the boat was being manned and hauled to the ice-edge.  Two or
three minutes later she reached me, and I was ferried across to the
Camp.

We were now on a piece of flat ice about 200 ft. long and 100 ft.
wide.  There was no more sleep for any of us that night.  The killers
were blowing in the lanes around, and we waited for daylight and
watched for signs of another crack in the ice.  The hours passed with
laggard feet as we stood huddled together or walked to and fro in the
effort to keep some warmth in our bodies.  We lit the blubber-stove at
3 a.m., and with pipes going and a cup of hot milk for each man, we
were able to discover some bright spots in our outlook.  At any rate,
we were on the move at last, and if dangers and difficulties lay ahead
we could meet and overcome them.  No longer were we drifting helplessly
at the mercy of wind and current.

The first glimmerings of dawn came at 6 a.m., and I waited anxiously
for the full daylight.  The swell was growing, and at times our ice was
surrounded closely by similar pieces.  At 6.30 a.m. we had hot hoosh,
and then stood by waiting for the pack to open.  Our chance came at 8,
when we launched the boats, loaded them, and started to make our way
through the lanes in a northerly direction. The 'James Caird' was in
the lead, with the 'Stancomb Wills' next and the 'Dudley Docker'
bringing up the rear.  In order to make the boats more seaworthy we had
left some of our shovels, picks, and dried vegetables on the floe, and
for a long time we could see the abandoned stores forming a dark spot
on the ice.  The boats were still heavily loaded.  We got out of the
lanes, and entered a stretch of open water at 11 a.m.  A strong
easterly breeze was blowing, but the fringe of pack lying outside
protected us from the full force of the swell, just as the coral-reef
of a tropical island checks the rollers of the Pacific. Our way was
across the open sea, and soon after noon we swung round the north end
of the pack and laid a course to the westward, the 'James Caird' still
in the lead.  Immediately our deeply laden boats began to make heavy
weather.  They shipped sprays, which, freezing as they fell, covered
men and gear with ice, and soon it was clear that we could not safely
proceed.  I put the 'James Caird' round and ran for the shelter of the
pack again, the other boats following.  Back inside the outer line of
ice the sea was not breaking.  This was at 3 p.m., and all hands were
tired and cold. A big floeberg resting peacefully ahead caught my eye,
and half an hour later we had hauled up the boats and pitched camp for
the night.  It was a fine, big, blue berg with an attractively solid
appearance, and from our camp we could get a good view of the
surrounding sea and ice.  The highest point was about 15 ft. above sea-
level.  After a hot meal all hands, except the watchman, turned in.
Every one was in need of rest after the troubles of the previous night
and the unaccustomed strain of the last thirty-six hours at the oars.
The berg appeared well able to withstand the battering of the sea, and
too deep and massive to be seriously affected by the swell; but it was
not as safe as it looked. About midnight the watchman called me and
showed me that the heavy north-westerly swell was undermining the ice.
A great piece had broken off within eight feet of my tent.  We made
what inspection was possible in the darkness, and found that on the
westward side of the berg the thick snow covering was yielding rapidly
to the attacks of the sea.  An ice-foot had formed just under the
surface of the water.  I decided that there was no immediate danger and
did not call the men.  The north-westerly wind strengthened during the
night.

The morning of April 11 was overcast and misty.  There was a haze on
the horizon, and daylight showed that the pack had closed round our
berg, making it impossible in the heavy swell to launch the boats. We
could see no sign of the water.  Numerous whales and killers were
blowing between the floes, and Cape pigeons, petrels, and fulmars were
circling round our berg.  The scene from our camp as the daylight
brightened was magnificent beyond description, though I must admit that
we viewed it with anxiety.  Heaving hills of pack and floe were
sweeping towards us in long undulations, later to be broken here and
there by the dark lines that indicated open water. As each swell lifted
around our rapidly dissolving berg it drove floe-ice on to the ice-
foot, shearing off more of the top snow-covering and reducing the size
of our camp.  When the floes retreated to attack again the water
swirled over the ice-foot, which was rapidly increasing in width. The
launching of the boats under such conditions would be difficult. Time
after time, so often that a track was formed, Worsley, Wild, and I,
climbed to the highest point of the berg and stared out to the horizon
in search of a break in the pack.  After long hours had dragged past,
far away on the lift of the swell there appeared a dark break in the
tossing field of ice.  Aeons seemed to pass, so slowly it approached.
I noticed enviously the calm peaceful attitudes of two seals which
lolled lazily on a rocking floe. They were at home and had no reason
for worry or cause for fear. If they thought at all, I suppose they
counted it an ideal day for a joyous journey on the tumbling ice.  To
us it was a day that seemed likely to lead to no more days.  I do not
think I had ever before felt the anxiety that belongs leadership quite
so keenly.  When I looked down at the camp to rest my eyes from the
strain of watching the wide white expanse broken by that one black
ribbon of open water, I could see that my companions were waiting with
more than ordinary interest to learn what I thought about it all.
After one particularly heavy collision somebody shouted sharply, "She
has cracked in the middle."  I jumped off the look-out station and ran
to the place the men were examining. There was a crack, but
investigation showed it to be a mere surface break in the snow with no
indication of a split in the berg itself. The carpenter mentioned
calmly that earlier in the day he had actually gone adrift on a
fragment of ice. He was standing near the edge of our camping-ground
when the ice under his feet parted from the parent mass.  A quick jump
over the widening gap saved him.

The hours dragged on.  One of the anxieties in my mind was the
possibility that we would be driven by the current through the eighty-
mile gap between Clarence Island and Prince George Island into the open
Atlantic; but slowly the open water came nearer, and at noon it had
almost reached us.  A long lane, narrow but navigable, stretched out to
the south-west horizon.  Our chance came a little later.  We rushed our
boats over the edge of the reeling berg and swung them clear of the ice-
foot as it rose beneath them.  The 'James Caird' was nearly capsized by
a blow from below as the berg rolled away, but she got into deep water.
We flung stores and gear aboard and within a few minutes were away. The
'James Caird' and 'Dudley Docker' had good sails and with a favourable
breeze could make progress along the lane, with the rolling fields of
ice on either side.  The swell was heavy and spray was breaking over
the ice-floes.  An attempt to set a little rag of sail on the 'Stancomb
Wills' resulted in serious delay.  The area of sail was too small to be
of much assistance, and while the men were engaged in this work the
boat drifted down towards the ice-floe, where her position was likely
to be perilous.  Seeing her plight, I sent the 'Dudley Docker' back for
her and tied the 'James Caird' up to a piece of ice.  The 'Dudley
Docker' had to tow the 'Stancomb Wills', and the delay cost us two
hours of valuable daylight. When I had the three boats together again
we continued down the lane, and soon saw a wider stretch of water to
the west; it appeared to offer us release from the grip of the pack.
At the head of an ice-tongue that nearly closed the gap through which
we might enter the open space was a wave-worn berg shaped like some
curious antediluvian monster, an icy Cerberus guarding the way.  It had
head and eyes and rolled so heavily that it almost overturned.  Its
sides dipped deep in the sea, and as it rose again the water seemed to
be streaming from its eyes, as though it were weeping at our escape
from the clutch of the floes. This may seem fanciful to the reader, but
the impression was real to us at the time.  People living under
civilized conditions, surrounded by Nature's varied forms of life and
by all the familiar work of their own hands, may scarcely realize how
quickly the mind, influenced by the eyes, responds to the unusual and
weaves about it curious imaginings like the firelight fancies of our
childhood days.  We had lived long amid the ice, and we half-
unconsciously strove to see resemblances to human faces and living
forms in the fantastic contours and massively uncouth shapes of berg
and floe.

At dusk we made fast to a heavy floe, each boat having its painter
fastened to a separate hummock in order to avoid collisions in the
swell.  We landed the blubber-stove, boiled some water in order to
provide hot milk, and served cold rations.  I also landed the dome
tents and stripped the coverings from the hoops.  Our experience of the
previous day in the open sea had shown us that the tents must be packed
tightly.  The spray had dashed over the bows and turned to ice on the
cloth, which had soon grown dangerously heavy.  Other articles off our
scanty equipment had to go that night.  We were carrying only the
things that had seemed essential, but we stripped now to the barest
limit of safety. We had hoped for a quiet night, but presently we were
forced to cast off, since pieces of loose ice began to work round the
floe. Drift-ice is always attracted to the lee side of a heavy floe,
where it bumps and presses under the influence of the current. I had
determined not to risk a repetition of the last night's experience and
so had not pulled the boats up.  We spent the hours of darkness keeping
an offing from the main line of pack under the lee of the smaller
pieces.  Constant rain and snow squalls blotted out the stars and
soaked us through, and at times it was only by shouting to each other
that we managed to keep the boats together. There was no sleep for
anybody owing to the severe cold, and we dare not pull fast enough to
keep ourselves warm since we were unable to see more than a few yards
ahead.  Occasionally the ghostly shadows of silver, snow, and fulmar
petrels flashed close to us, and all around we could hear the killers
blowing, their short, sharp hisses sounding like sudden escapes of
steam.  The killers were a source of anxiety, for a boat could easily
have been capsized by one of them coming up to blow.  They would throw
aside in a nonchalant fashion pieces of ice much bigger than our boats
when they rose to the surface, and we had an uneasy feeling that the
white bottoms of the boats would look like ice from below.  Shipwrecked
mariners drifting in the Antarctic seas would be things not dreamed of
in the killers' philosophy, and might appear on closer examination to
be tasty substitutes for seal and penguin.  We certainly regarded the
killers with misgivings.

Early in the morning of April 12 the weather improved and the wind
dropped.  Dawn came with a clear sky, cold and fearless.  I looked
around at the faces of my companions in the 'James Caird' and saw
pinched and drawn features.  The strain was beginning to tell. Wild sat
at the rudder with the same calm, confident expression that he would
have worn under happier conditions; his steel-blue eyes looked out to
the day ahead.  All the people, though evidently suffering, were doing
their best to be cheerful, and the prospect of a hot breakfast was
inspiriting.  I told all the boats that immediately we could find a
suitable floe the cooker would be started and hot milk and Bovril would
soon fix everybody up.  Away we rowed to the westward through open
pack, floes of all shapes and sizes on every side of us, and every man
not engaged in pulling looking eagerly for a suitable camping-place.  I
could gauge the desire for food of the different members by the
eagerness they displayed in pointing out to me the floes they
considered exactly suited to our purpose.  The temperature was about
10 Fahr., and the Burberry suits of the rowers crackled as the men
bent to the oars.  I noticed little fragments of ice and frost falling
from arms and bodies.  At eight o'clock a decent floe appeared ahead
and we pulled up to it.  The galley was landed, and soon the welcome
steam rose from the cooking food as the blubber-stove flared and
smoked.  Never did a cook work under more anxious scrutiny.  Worsley,
Crean, and I stayed in our respective boats to keep them steady and
prevent collisions with the floe, since the swell was still running
strong, but the other men were able to stretch their cramped limbs and
run to and fro "in the kitchen," as somebody put it.  The sun was now
rising gloriously.  The Burberry suits were drying and the ice was
melting off our beards. The steaming food gave us new vigour, and
within three-quarters of an hour we were off again to the west with all
sails set.  We had given an additional sail to the 'Stancomb Wills' and
she was able to keep up pretty well.  We could see that we were on the
true pack-edge, with the blue, rolling sea just outside the fringe of
ice to the north. White-capped waves vied with the glittering floes in
the setting of blue water, and countless seals basked and rolled on
every piece of ice big enough to form a raft.

We had been making westward with oars and sails since April 9, and
fair easterly winds had prevailed.  Hopes were running high as to the
noon observation for position.  The optimists thought that we had done
sixty miles towards our goal, and the most cautious guess gave us at
least thirty miles.  The bright sunshine and the brilliant scene around
us may have influenced our anticipations. As noon approached I saw
Worsley, as navigating officer, balancing himself on the gunwale of the
'Dudley Docker' with his arm around the mast, ready to snap the sun.
He got his observation and we waited eagerly while he worked out the
sight.  Then the 'Dudley Docker' ranged up alongside the 'James Caird'
and I jumped into Worsley's boat in order to see the result.  It was a
grievous disappointment.  Instead of making a good run to the westward
we had made a big drift to the south-east. We were actually thirty
miles to the east of the position we had occupied when we left the floe
on the 9th.  It has been noted by sealers operating in this area that
there are often heavy sets to the east in the Belgica Straits, and no
doubt it was one of these sets that we had experienced.  The
originating cause would be a north-westerly gale off Cape Horn,
producing the swell that had already caused us so much trouble.  After
a whispered consultation with Worsley and Wild, I announced that we had
not made as much progress as we expected, but I did not inform the
hands of our retrograde movement.

The question of our course now demanded further consideration.
Deception Island seemed to be beyond our reach.  The wind was foul for
Elephant Island, and as the sea was clear to the south-west; I
discussed with Worsley and Wild the advisability of proceeding to Hope
Bay on the mainland of the Antarctic Continent, now only eighty miles
distant.  Elephant Island was the nearest land, but it lay outside the
main body of pack, and even if the wind had been fair we would have
hesitated at that particular time to face the high sea that was running
in the open.  We laid a course roughly for Hope Bay, and the boats
moved on again.  I gave Worsley a line for a berg ahead and told him,
if possible, to make fast before darkness set in.  This was about three
o'clock in the afternoon.  We had set sail, and as the 'Stancomb Wills'
could not keep up with the other two boats I took her in tow, not being
anxious to repeat the experience of the day we left the reeling berg.
The 'Dudley Docker' went ahead, but came beating down towards us at
dusk.  Worsley had been close to the berg, and he reported that it was
unapproachable.  It was rolling in the swell and displaying an ugly ice-
foot.  The news was bad.  In the failing light we turned towards a line
of pack, and found it so tossed and churned by the sea that no fragment
remained big enough to give us an anchorage and shelter.  Two miles
away we could see a larger piece of ice, and to it we managed, after
some trouble, to secure the boats.  I brought my boat bow on to the
floe, whilst Howe, with the painter in his hand, stood ready to jump.
Standing up to watch our chance, while the oars were held ready to back
the moment Howe had made his leap, I could see that there would be no
possibility of getting the galley ashore that night.  Howe just managed
to get a footing on the edge of the floe, and then made the painter
fast to a hummock.  The other two boats were fastened alongside the
'James Caird'.  They could not lie astern of us in a line, since cakes
of ice came drifting round the floe and gathering under its lee.  As it
was we spent the next two hours poling off the drifting ice that surged
towards us.  The blubber-stove could not be used, so we started the
Primus lamps.  There was a rough, choppy sea, and the 'Dudley Docker'
could not get her Primus under way, something being adrift.  The men in
that boat had to wait until the cook on the 'James Caird' had boiled up
the first pot of milk.

The boats were bumping so heavily that I had to slack away the painter
of the 'Stancomb Wills' and put her astern.  Much ice was coming round
the floe and had to be poled off.  Then the 'Dudley Docker', being the
heavier boat, began to damage the 'James Caird', and I slacked the
'Dudley Docker' away.  The 'James Caird' remained moored to the ice,
with the 'Dudley Docker' and the 'Stancomb Wills' in line behind her.
The darkness had become complete, and we strained our eye to see the
fragments of ice that threatened us. Presently we thought we saw a
great berg bearing down upon us, its form outlined against the sky, but
this startling spectacle resolved itself into a low-lying cloud in
front of the rising moon. The moon appeared in a clear sky. The wind
shifted to the south-east as the light improved and drove the boats
broadside on towards the jagged edge of the floe.  We had to cut the
painter of the 'James Caird' and pole her off, thus losing much
valuable rope.  There was no time to cast off.  Then we pushed away
from the floe, and all night long we lay in the open, freezing sea, the
'Dudley Docker' now ahead, the 'James Caird' astern of her, and the
'Stancomb Wills' third in the line.  The boats were attached to one
another by their painters.  Most of the time the 'Dudley Docker' kept
the 'James Caird' and the 'Stancomb Wills' up to the swell, and the men
who were rowing were in better pass than those in the other boats,
waiting inactive for the dawn.  The temperature was down to 4 below
zero, and a film of ice formed on the surface of the sea.  When we were
not on watch we lay in each other's arms for warmth.  Our frozen suits
thawed where our bodies met, and as the slightest movement exposed
these comparatively warm spots to the biting air, we clung motionless,
whispering each to his companion our hopes and thoughts. Occasionally
from an almost clear sky came snow-showers, falling silently on the sea
and laying a thin shroud of white over our bodies and our boats.

The dawn of April 13 came clear and bright, with occasional passing
clouds.  Most of the men were now looking seriously worn and strained.
Their lips were cracked and their eyes and eyelids showed red in their
salt-encrusted faces.  The beards even of the younger men might have
been those of patriarchs, for the frost and the salt spray had made
them white.  I called the 'Dudley Docker' alongside and found the
condition of the people there was no better than in the 'James Caird'.
Obviously we must make land quickly, and I decided to run for Elephant
Island. The wind had shifted fair for that rocky isle, then about one
hundred miles away, and the pack that separated us from Hope Bay had
closed up during the night from the south.  At 6 p.m. we made a
distribution of stores among the three boats, in view of the
possibility of their being separated.  The preparation of a hot
breakfast was out of the question.  The breeze was strong and the sea
was running high in the loose pack around us.  We had a cold meal, and
I gave orders that all hands might eat as much as they pleased, this
concession being due partly to a realization that we would have to
jettison some of our stores when we reached open sea in order to
lighten the boats.  I hoped, moreover, that a full meal of cold rations
would compensate to some extent for the lack of warm food and shelter.
Unfortunately, some of the men were unable to take advantage of the
extra food owing to seasickness.  Poor fellows, it was bad enough to be
huddled in the deeply laden, spray-swept boats, frost-bitten and half-
frozen, without having the pangs of seasickness added to the list of
their woes.  But some smiles were caused even then by the plight of one
man, who had a habit of accumulating bits of food against the day of
starvation that he seemed always to think was at hand, and who was
condemned now to watch impotently while hungry comrades with
undisturbed stomachs made biscuits, rations, and sugar disappear with
extraordinary rapidity.

We ran before the wind through the loose pack, a man in the bow of
each boat trying to pole off with a broken oar the lumps of ice that
could not be avoided.  I regarded speed as essential. Sometimes
collisions were not averted.  The 'James Caird' was in the  lead, where
she bore the brunt of the encounter with lurking fragments, and she was
holed above the water-line by a sharp spur of ice, but this mishap did
not stay us.  Later the wind became stronger and we had to reef sails,
so as not to strike the ice too heavily.  The 'Dudley Docker' came next
to the 'James Caird' and the 'Stancomb Wills' followed. I had given
order that the boats should keep 30 or 40 yds. apart, so as to reduce
the danger of a collision if one boat was checked by the ice.  The pack
was thinning, and we came to occasional open areas where thin ice had
formed during the night.  When we encountered this new ice we had to
shake the reef out of the sails in order to force a way through.
Outside of the pack the wind must have been of hurricane force.
Thousands of small dead fish were to be seen, killed probably by a cold
current and the heavy weather.  They floated in the water and lay on
the ice, where they had been cast by the waves.  The petrels and skua-
gulls were swooping down and picking them up like sardines off toast.

We made our way through the lanes till at noon we were suddenly spewed
out of the pack into the open ocean.  Dark blue and sapphire green ran
the seas.  Our sails were soon up, and with a fair wind we moved over
the waves like three Viking ships on the quest of a lost Atlantis.
With the sheet well out and the sun shining bright above, we enjoyed
for a few hours a sense of the freedom and magic of the sea,
compensating us for pain and trouble in the days that had passed.  At
last we were free from the ice, in water that our boats could navigate.
Thoughts of home, stifled by the deadening weight of anxious days and
nights, came to birth once more, and the difficulties that had still to
be overcome dwindled in fancy almost to nothing.

During the afternoon we had to take a second reef in the sails, for
the wind freshened and the deeply laden boats were shipping much water
and steering badly in the rising sea.  I had laid the course for
Elephant Island and we were making good progress. The 'Dudley Docker'
ran down to me at dusk and Worsley suggested that we should stand on
all night; but already the 'Stancomb Wills' was barely discernible
among the rollers in the gathering dusk, and I decided that it would be
safer to heave to and wait for the daylight.  It would never have done
for the boats to have become separated from one another during the
night.  The party must be kept together, and, moreover, I thought it
possible that we might overrun our goal in the darkness and not be able
to return.  So we made a sea-anchor of oars and hove to, the 'Dudley
Docker' in the lead, since she had the longest painter.  The 'James
Caird' swung astern of the 'Dudley Docker' and the 'Stancomb Wills'
again had the third place.  We ate a cold meal and did what little we
could to make things comfortable for the hours of darkness.  Rest was
not for us.  During the greater part of the night the sprays broke over
the boats and froze in masses of ice, especially at the stern and bows.
This ice had to be broken away in order to prevent the boats growing
too heavy.  The temperature was below zero and the wind penetrated our
clothes and chilled us almost unbearably. I doubted if all the men
would survive that night.  One of our troubles was lack of water.  We
had emerged so suddenly from the pack into the open sea that we had not
had time to take aboard ice for melting in the cookers, and without ice
we could not have hot food.  The 'Dudley Docker' had one lump of ice
weighing about ten pounds, and this was shared out among all hands.  We
sucked small pieces and got a little relief from thirst engendered by
the salt spray, but at the same time we reduced our bodily heat.  The
condition of most of the men was pitiable.  All of us had swollen
mouths and we could hardly touch the food.  I longed intensely for the
dawn. I called out to the other boats at intervals during the night,
asking how things were with them.  The men always managed to reply
cheerfully.  One of the people on the 'Stancomb Wills' shouted, "We are
doing all right, but I would like some dry mitts."  The jest brought a
smile to cracked lips.  He might as well have asked for the moon.  The
only dry things aboard the boats were swollen mouths and burning
tongues.  Thirst is one of the troubles that confront the traveller in
polar regions.  Ice may be plentiful on every hand, but it does not
become drinkable until it is melted, and the amount that may be
dissolved in the mouth is limited.  We had been thirsty during the days
of heavy pulling in the pack, and our condition was aggravated quickly
by the salt spray.  Our sleeping-bags would have given us some warmth,
but they were not within our reach.  They were packed under the tents
in the bows, where a mail-like coating of ice enclosed them, and we
were so cramped that we could not pull them out.

At last daylight came, and with the dawn the weather cleared and the
wind fell to a gentle south-westerly breeze.  A magnificent sunrise
heralded in what we hoped would be our last day in the boats.  Rose-
pink in the growing light, the lofty peak of Clarence Island told of
the coming glory of the sun.  The sky grew blue above us and the crests
of the waves sparkled cheerfully.  As soon as it was light enough we
chipped and scraped the ice off the bows and sterns.  The rudders had
been unshipped during the night in order to avoid the painters catching
them.  We cast off our ice-anchor and pulled the oars aboard.  They had
grown during the night to the thickness of telegraph-poles while rising
and falling in the freezing seas, and had to be chipped clear before
they could be brought inboard.

We were dreadfully thirsty now.  We found that we could get momentary
relief by chewing pieces of raw seal meat and swallowing the blood, but
thirst came back with redoubled force owing to the saltness of the
flesh.  I gave orders, therefore, that meat was to be served out only
at stated intervals during the day or when thirst seemed to threaten
the reason of any particular individual. In the full daylight Elephant
Island showed cold and severe to the north-north-west.  The island was
on the bearings that Worsley had laid down, and I congratulated him on
the accuracy of his navigation under difficult circumstances, with two
days dead reckoning while following a devious course through the pack-
ice and after drifting during two nights at the mercy of wind and
waves.  The 'Stancomb Wills' came up and McIlroy reported that
Blackborrow's feet were very badly frost-bitten.  This was unfortunate,
but nothing could be done.  Most of the people were frost-bitten to
some extent, and it was interesting to notice that the "oldtimers,"
Wild, Crean, Hurley, and I, were all right.  Apparently we were
acclimatized to ordinary Antarctic temperature, though we learned later
that we were not immune.

All day, with a gentle breeze on our port bow, we sailed and pulled
through a clear sea.  We would have given all the tea in China for a
lump of ice to melt into water, but no ice was within our reach. Three
bergs were in sight and we pulled towards them, hoping that a trail of
brash would be floating on the sea to leeward; but they were hard and
blue, devoid of any sign of cleavage, and the swell that surged around
them as they rose and fell made it impossible for us to approach
closely.  The wind was gradually hauling ahead, and as the day wore on
the rays of the sun beat fiercely down from a cloudless sky on pain-
racked men.  Progress was slow, but gradually Elephant Island came
nearer.  Always while I attended to the other boats, signalling and
ordering, Wild sat at the tiller of the 'James Caird'. He seemed
unmoved by fatigue and unshaken by privation.  About four o'clock in
the afternoon a stiff breeze came up ahead and, blowing against the
current, soon produced a choppy sea.  During the next hour of hard
pulling we seemed to make no progress at all.  The 'James Caird' and
the 'Dudley Docker' had been towing the 'Stancomb Wills' in turn, but
my boat now took the 'Stancomb Wills' in tow permanently, as the 'James
Caird' could carry more sail than the 'Dudley Docker' in the freshening
wind.

We were making up for the south-east side of Elephant Island, the wind
being between north-west and west.  The boats, held as close to the
wind as possible, moved slowly, and when darkness set in our goal was
still some miles away.  A heavy sea was running.  We soon lost sight of
the 'Stancomb Wills', astern of the 'James Caird' at the length of the
painter, but occasionally the white gleam of broken water revealed her
presence.  When the darkness was complete I sat in the stern with my
hand on the painter, so that I might know if the other boat broke away,
and I kept that position during the night.  The rope grew heavy with
the ice as the unseen seas surged past us and our little craft tossed
to the motion of the waters.  Just at dusk I had told the men on the
'Stancomb Wills' that if their boat broke away during the night and
they were unable to pull against the wind, they could run for the east
side of Clarence Island and await our coming there.  Even though we
could not land on Elephant Island, it would not do to have the third
boat adrift.

It was a stern night.  The men, except the watch, crouched and huddled
in the bottom of the boat, getting what little warmth they could from
the soaking sleeping-bags and each other's bodies. Harder and harder
blew the wind and fiercer and fiercer grew the sea.  The boat plunged
heavily through the squalls and came up to the wind, the sail shaking
in the stiffest gusts.  Every now and then, as the night wore on, the
moon would shine down through a rift in the driving clouds, and in the
momentary light I could see the ghostly faces of men, sitting up to
trim the boat as she heeled over to the wind. When the moon was hidden
its presence was revealed still by the light reflected on the streaming
glaciers of the island.  The temperature had fallen very low, and it
seemed that the general discomfort of our situation could scarcely have
been increased; but the land looming ahead was a beacon of safety, and
I think we were all buoyed up by the hope that the coming day would see
the end of our immediate troubles.  At least we would get firm land
under our feet.  While the painter of the 'Stancomb Wills' tightened
and drooped under my hand, my thoughts were busy with plans for the
future.

Towards midnight the wind shifted to the south-west, and this change
enabled us to bear up closer to the island.  A little later the 'Dudley
Docker' ran down to the 'James Caird', and Worsley shouted a suggestion
that he should go ahead and search for a landing-place. His boat had
the heels of the 'James Caird', with the 'Stancomb Wills' in tow.  I
told him he could try, but he must not lose sight of the 'James Caird'.
Just as he left me a heavy snow-squall came down, and in the darkness
the boats parted.  I saw the 'Dudley Docker' no more. This separation
caused me some anxiety during the remaining hours of the night.  A
cross-sea was running and I could not feel sure that all was well with
the missing boat.  The waves could not be seen in the darkness, though
the direction and force of the wind could be felt, and under such
conditions, in an open boat, disaster might overtake the most
experienced navigator.  I flashed our compass-lamp on the sail in the
hope that the signal would be visible on board the 'Dudley Docker', but
could see no reply.  We strained our eyes to windward in the darkness
in the hope of catching a return signal and repeated our flashes at
intervals.

My anxiety, as a matter of fact, was groundless.  I will quote
Worsley's own account of what happened to the 'Dudley Docker':

"About midnight we lost sight of the 'James Caird' with the 'Stancomb
Wills' in tow, but not long after saw the light of the 'James Caird's'
compass-lamp, which Sir Ernest was flashing on their sail as a guide to
us.  We answered by lighting our candle under the tent and letting the
light shine through.  At the same time we got the direction of the wind
and how we were hauling from my little pocket-compass, the boat's
compass being smashed.  With this candle our poor fellows lit their
pipes, their only solace, as our raging thirst prevented us from eating
anything.  By this time we had got into a bad tide-rip, which, combined
with the heavy, lumpy sea, made it almost impossible to keep the
'Dudley Docker' from swamping.  As it was we shipped several bad seas
over the stern as well as abeam and over the bows, although we were 'on
a wind.'  Lees, who owned himself to be a rotten oarsman, made good
here by strenuous baling, in which he was well seconded by Cheetham.
Greenstreet, a splendid fellow, relieved me at the tiller and helped
generally.  He and Macklin were my right and left bowers as stroke-oars
throughout.  McLeod and Cheetham were two good sailors and oars, the
former a typical old deep-sea salt and growler, the latter a pirate to
his finger-tips.  In the height of the gale that night Cheetham was
buying matches from me for bottles of champagne, one bottle per match
(too cheap; I should have charged him two bottles).  The champagne is
to be paid when he opens his pub in Hull and I am able to call that
way....  We had now had one hundred and eight hours of toil, tumbling,
freezing, and soaking, with little or no sleep.  I think Sir Ernest,
Wild, Greenstreet, and I could say that we had no sleep at all.
Although it was sixteen months since we had been in a rough sea, only
four men were actually seasick, but several others were off colour.

"The temperature was 20 below freezing-point; fortunately, we were
spared the bitterly low temperature of the previous night.
Greenstreet's right foot got badly frost-bitten, but Lees restored it
by holding it in his sweater against his stomach.  Other men had minor
frost-bites, due principally to the fact that their clothes were soaked
through with salt water....  We were close to the land as the morning
approached, but could see nothing of it through the snow and spindrift.
My eyes began to fail me. Constant peering to windward, watching for
seas to strike us, appeared to have given me a cold in the eyes.  I
could not see or judge distance properly, and found myself falling
asleep momentarily at the tiller.  At 3 a.m. Greenstreet relieved me
there.  I was so cramped from long hours, cold, and wet, in the
constrained position one was forced to assume on top of the gear and
stores at the tiller, that the other men had to pull me amidships and
straighten me out like a jack-knife, first rubbing my thighs, groin,
and stomach.

"At daylight we found ourselves close alongside the land, but the
weather was so thick that we could not see where to make for a landing.
Having taken the tiller again after an hour's rest under the shelter
(save the mark!) of the dripping tent, I ran the 'Dudley Docker' off
before the gale, following the coast around to the north. This course
for the first hour was fairly risky, the heavy sea before which we were
running threatening to swamp the boat, but by 8 a.m. we had obtained a
slight lee from the land.  Then I was able to keep her very close in,
along a glacier front, with the object of picking up lumps of fresh-
water ice as we sailed through them.  Our thirst was intense.  We soon
had some ice aboard, and for the next hour and a half we sucked and
chewed fragments of ice with greedy relish.

"All this time we were coasting along beneath towering rocky cliffs
and sheer glacier-faces, which offered not the slightest possibility of
landing anywhere.  At 9.30 a.m. we spied a narrow, rocky beach at the
base of some very high crags and cliff, and made for it.  To our joy,
we sighted the 'James Caird' and the 'Stancomb Wills' sailing into the
same haven just ahead of us. We were so delighted that we gave three
cheers, which were not heard aboard the other boats owing to the roar
of the surf. However, we soon joined them and were able to exchange
experiences on the beach."

Our experiences on the 'James Caird' had been similar, although we had
not been able to keep up to windward as well as the 'Dudley Docker' had
done.  This was fortunate as events proved, for the 'James Caird' and
'Stancomb Wills' went to leeward of the big bight the 'Dudley Docker'
entered and from which she had to turn out with the sea astern.  We
thus avoided the risk of having the 'Stancomb Wills' swamped in the
following sea.  The weather was very thick in the morning.  Indeed at 7
a.m. we were right under the cliffs, which plunged sheer into the sea,
before we saw them.  We followed the coast towards the north, and ever
the precipitous cliffs and glacier-faces presented themselves to our
searching eyes.  The sea broke heavily against these walls and a
landing would have been impossible under any conditions.  We picked up
pieces of ice and sucked them eagerly.  At 9 a.m. at the north-west end
of the island we saw a narrow beach at the foot of the cliffs.  Outside
lay a fringe of rocks heavily beaten by the surf but with a narrow
channel showing as a break in the foaming water.  I decided that we
must face the hazards of this unattractive landing-place.  Two days and
nights without drink or hot food had played havoc with most of the men,
and we could not assume that any safer haven lay within our reach.  The
'Stancomb Wills' was the lighter and handier boat--and I called her
alongside with the intention of taking her through the gap first and
ascertaining the possibilities of a landing before the 'James Caird'
made the venture. I was just climbing into the 'Stancomb Wills' when I
saw the 'Dudley Docker' coming up astern under sail.  The sight took a
great load off my mind.

Rowing carefully and avoiding the blind rollers which showed where
sunken rocks lay, we brought the 'Stancomb Wills' towards the opening
in the reef.  Then, with a few strong strokes we shot through on the
top of a swell and ran the boat on to a stony beach.  The next swell
lifted her a little farther.  This was the first landing ever made on
Elephant Island, and a thought came to me that the honour should belong
to the youngest member of the Expedition, so I told Blackborrow to jump
over.  He seemed to be in a state almost of coma, and in order to avoid
delay I helped him, perhaps a little roughly, over the side of the
boat.  He promptly sat down in the surf and did not move.  Then I
suddenly realized what I had forgotten, that both his feet were frost-
bitten badly.  Some of us jumped over and pulled him into a dry place.
It was a rather rough experience for Blackborrow, but, anyhow, he is
now able to say that he was the first man to sit on Elephant Island.
Possibly at the time he would have been willing to forgo any
distinction of the kind.  We landed the cook with his blubber-stove, a
supply of fuel and some packets of dried milk, and also several of the
men. Then the rest of us pulled out again to pilot the other boats
through the channel.  The 'James Caird' was too heavy to be beached
directly, so after landing most of the men from the 'Dudley Docker' and
the 'Stancomb Wills' I superintended the transhipment of the 'James
Caird's' gear outside the reef.  Then we all made the passage, and
within a few minutes the three boats were aground.  A curious spectacle
met my eyes when I landed the second time.  Some of the men were
reeling about the beach as if they had found an unlimited supply of
alcoholic liquor on the desolate shore. They were laughing
uproariously, picking up stones and letting handfuls of pebbles trickle
between their fingers like misers gloating over hoarded gold.  The
smiles and laughter, which caused cracked lips to bleed afresh, and the
gleeful exclamations at the sight of two live seals on the beach made
me think for a moment of that glittering hour of childhood when the
door is open at last and the Christmas-tree in all its wonder bursts
upon the vision.  I remember that Wild, who always rose superior to
fortune, bad and good, came ashore as I was looking at the men and
stood beside me as easy and unconcerned as if he had stepped out of his
car for a stroll in the park.

Soon half a dozen of us had the stores ashore.  Our strength was
nearly exhausted and it was heavy work carrying our goods over the
rough pebbles and rocks to the foot of the cliff, but we dare not leave
anything within reach of the tide.  We had to wade knee-deep in the icy
water in order to lift the gear from the boats.  When the work was done
we pulled the three boats a little higher on the beach and turned
gratefully to enjoy the hot drink the cook had prepared. Those of us
who were comparatively fit had to wait until the weaker members of the
party had been supplied; but every man had his pannikin of hot milk in
the end, and never did anything taste better. Seal steak and blubber
followed, for the seals that had been careless enough to await our
arrival on the beach had already given up their lives.  There was no
rest for the cook.  The blubber-stove flared and spluttered fiercely as
he cooked, not one meal, but many meals, which merged into a day-long
bout of eating.  We drank water and ate seal meat until every man had
reached the limit of his capacity.

The tents were pitched with oars for supports, and by 3 p.m. our camp
was in order.  The original framework of the tents had been cast adrift
on one of the floes in order to save weight.  Most of the men turned in
early for a safe and glorious sleep, to be broken only by the call to
take a turn on watch.  The chief duty of the watchman was to keep the
blubber-stove alight, and each man on duty appeared to find it
necessary to cook himself a meal during his watch, and a supper before
he turned in again.

Wild, Worsley, and Hurley accompanied me on an inspection of our beach
before getting into the tents.  I almost wished then that I had
postponed the examination until after sleep, but the sense of caution
that the uncertainties of polar travel implant in one's mind had made
me uneasy.  The outlook we found to be anything but cheering. Obvious
signs showed that at spring tides the little beach would be covered by
the water right up to the foot of the cliffs.  In a strong north-
easterly gale, such as we might expect to experience at any time, the
waves would pound over the scant barrier of the reef and break against
the sheer sides of the rocky wall behind us.  Well-marked terraces
showed the effect of other gales, and right at the back of the beach
was a small bit of wreckage not more than three feet long, rounded by
the constant chafing it had endured.  Obviously we must find some
better resting-place.  I decided not to share with the men the
knowledge of the uncertainties of our situation until they had enjoyed
the full sweetness of rest untroubled by the thought that at any minute
they might be called to face peril again.  The threat of the sea had
been our portion during many, many days, and a respite meant much to
weary bodies and jaded minds.

The accompanying plan will indicate our exact position more clearly
than I can describe it.  The cliffs at the back of the beach were
inaccessible except at two points where there were steep snow-slopes.
We were not worried now about food, for, apart from our own rations,
there were seals on the beach and we could see others in the water
outside the reef.  Every now and then one of the animals would rise in
the shallows and crawl up on the beach, which evidently was a
recognized place of resort for its kind.  A small rocky island which
protected us to some extent from the north-westerly wind carried a
ringed-penguin rookery. These birds were of migratory habit and might
be expected to leave us before the winter set in fully, but in the
meantime they were within our reach.  These attractions, however, were
overridden by the fact that the beach was open to the attack of wind
and sea from the north-east and east.  Easterly gales are more
prevalent than western in that area of the Antarctic during the winter.
Before turning in that night I studied the whole position and weighed
every chance of getting the boats and our stores into a place of safety
out of reach of the water.  We ourselves might have clambered a little
way up the snow-slopes, but we could not have taken the boats with us.
The interior of the island was quite inaccessible. We climbed up one of
the slopes and found ourselves stopped soon by overhanging cliffs.  The
rocks behind the camp were much weathered, and we noticed the sharp,
unworn boulders that had fallen from above. Clearly there was a danger
from overhead if we camped at the back of the beach.  We must move on.
With that thought in mind I reached my tent and fell asleep on the
rubbly ground, which gave a comforting sense of stability.  The fairy
princess who would not rest on her seven downy mattresses because a pea
lay underneath the pile might not have understood the pleasure we all
derived from the irregularities of the stones, which could not possibly
break beneath us or drift away; the very searching lumps were sweet
reminders of our safety.

Early next morning (April 15) all hands were astir.  The sun soon
shone brightly and we spread out our wet gear to dry, till the beach
looked like a particularly disreputable gipsy camp.  The boots and
clothing had suffered considerably during our travels. I had decided to
send Wild along the coast in the 'Stancomb Wills' to look for a new
camping-ground, and he and I discussed the details of the journey while
eating our breakfast of hot seal steak and blubber.  The camp I wished
to find was one where the party could live for weeks or even months in
safety, without danger from sea or wind in the heaviest winter gale.
Wild was to proceed westwards along the coast and was to take with him
four of the fittest men, Marston, Crean, Vincent, and McCarthy.  If he
did not return before dark we were to light a flare, which would serve
him as a guide to the entrance of the channel.  The 'Stancomb Wills'
pushed off at 11 a.m. and quickly passed out of sight around the
island.  Then Hurley and I walked along the beach towards the west,
climbing through a gap between the cliff and a great detached pillar of
basalt.  The narrow strip of beach was cumbered with masses of rock
that had fallen from the cliffs.  We struggled along for two miles or
more in the search for a place where we could get the boats ashore and
make a permanent camp in the event of Wild's search proving fruitless,
but after three hours' vain toil we had to turn back.  We had found on
the far side of the pillar of basalt a crevice in the rocks beyond the
reach of all but the heaviest gales.  Rounded pebbles showed that the
seas reached the spot on occasions.  Here I decided to depot ten cases
of Bovril sledging ration in case of our having to move away quickly.
We could come back for the food at a later date if opportunity offered.

Returning to the camp, we found the men resting or attending to their
gear.  Clark had tried angling in the shallows off the rocks and had
secured one or two small fish.  The day passed quietly. Rusty needles
were rubbed bright on the rocks and clothes were mended and darned.  A
feeling of tiredness--due, I suppose, to reaction after the strain of
the preceding days--overtook us, but the rising tide, coming farther up
the beach than it had done on the day before, forced us to labour at
the boats, which we hauled slowly to a higher ledge.  We found it
necessary to move our makeshift camp nearer the cliff.  I portioned out
the available ground for the tents, the galley, and other purposes, as
every foot was of value.  When night arrived the 'Stancomb Wills' was
still away, so I had a blubber-flare lit at the head of the channel.

About 8 p.m.  we heard a hail in the distance.  We could see nothing,
but soon like a pale ghost out of the darkness came the boat, the faces
of the men showing white in the glare of the fire. Wild ran her on the
beach with the swell, and within a couple of minutes we had dragged her
to a place of safety.  I was waiting Wild's report with keen anxiety,
and my relief was great when he told me that he had discovered a sandy
spit seven miles to the west, about 200 yds. long, running out at right
angles to the coast and terminating at the seaward end in a mass of
rock.  A long snow-slope joined the spit at the shore end, and it
seemed possible that a "dugout" could be made in the snow.  The spit,
in any case, would be a great improvement on our narrow beach. Wild
added that the place he described was the only possible camping-ground
he had seen.  Beyond, to the west and south-west, lay a frowning line
of cliffs and glaciers, sheer to the water's edge.  He thought that in
very heavy gales either from the south-west or east the spit would be
spray-blown, but that the seas would not actually break over it.  The
boats could be run up on a shelving beach.

After hearing this good news I was eager to get away from the beach
camp.  The wind when blowing was favourable for the run along the
coast.  The weather had been fine for two days and a change might come
at any hour.  I told all hands that we would make a start early on the
following morning.  A newly killed seal provided a luxurious supper of
steak and blubber, and then we slept comfortably till the dawn.

The morning of April 17 came fine and clear.  The sea was smooth, but
in the offing we could see a line of pack, which seemed to be
approaching.  We had noticed already pack and bergs being driven by the
current to the east and then sometimes coming back with a rush to the
west.  The current ran as fast as five miles an hour, and it was a set
of this kind that had delayed Wild on his return from the spit. The
rise and fall of the tide was only about five feet at this time, but
the moon was making for full and the tides were increasing.  The
appearance of ice emphasized the importance of getting away promptly.
It would be a serious matter to be prisoned on the beach by the pack.
The boats were soon afloat in the shallows, and after a hurried
breakfast all hands worked hard getting our gear and stores aboard. A
mishap befell us when we were launching the boats.  We were using oars
as rollers, and three of these were broken, leaving us short for the
journey that had still to be undertaken.  The preparations took longer
than I had expected; indeed, there seemed to be some reluctance on the
part of several men to leave the barren safety of the little beach and
venture once more on the ocean.  But the move was imperative, and by 11
a.m. we were away, the 'James Caird' leading. Just as we rounded the
small island occupied by the ringed penguins the "willywaw" swooped
down from the 2000-ft. cliffs behind us, a herald of the southerly gale
that was to spring up within half an hour.

Soon we were straining at the oars with the gale on our bows. Never
had we found a more severe task.  The wind shifted from the south to
the south-west, and the shortage of oars became a serious matter. The
'James Caird', being the heaviest boat, had to keep a full complement
of rowers, while the 'Dudley Docker' and the 'Stancomb Wills' went
short and took turns using the odd oar.  A big swell was thundering
against the cliffs and at times we were almost driven on to the rocks
by swirling green waters.  We had to keep close inshore in order to
avoid being embroiled in the raging sea, which was lashed snow-white
and quickened by the furious squalls into a living mass of sprays.
After two hours of strenuous labour we were almost exhausted, but we
were fortunate enough to find comparative shelter behind a point of
rock.  Overhead towered the sheer cliffs for hundreds of feet, the sea-
birds that fluttered from the crannies of the rock dwarfed by the
height.  The boats rose and fell in the big swell, but the sea was not
breaking in our little haven, and we rested there while we ate our cold
ration. Some of the men had to stand by the oars in order to pole the
boats off the cliff-face.

After half an hour's pause I gave the order to start again.  The
'Dudley Docker' was pulling with three oars, as the 'Stancomb Wills'
had the odd one, and she fell away to leeward in a particularly heavy
squall.  I anxiously watched her battling up against wind and sea. It
would have been useless to take the 'James Caird' back to the
assistance of the 'Dudley Docker' since we were hard pressed to make
any progress ourselves in the heavier boat.  The only thing was to go
ahead and hope for the best.  All hands were wet to the skin again and
many men were feeling the cold severely. We forged on slowly and passed
inside a great pillar of rock standing out to sea and towering to a
height of about 2400 ft. A line of reef stretched between the shore and
this pillar, and I thought as we approached that we would have to face
the raging sea outside; but a break in the white surf revealed a gap in
the reef and we laboured through, with the wind driving clouds of spray
on our port beam.  The 'Stancomb Wills' followed safely. In the
stinging spray I lost sight of the 'Dudley Docker' altogether.  It was
obvious she would have to go outside the pillar as she was making so
much leeway, but I could not see what happened to her and I dared not
pause.  It was a bad time.  At last, about 5 p.m., the 'James Caird'
and the 'Stancomb Wills' reached comparatively calm water and we saw
Wild's beach just ahead of us.  I looked back vainly for the 'Dudley
Docker'.

Rocks studded the shallow water round the spit and the sea surged
amongst them.  I ordered the 'Stancomb Wills' to run on to the beach at
the place that looked smoothest, and in a few moments the first boat
was ashore, the men jumping out and holding her against the receding
wave.  Immediately I saw she was safe I ran the 'James Caird' in. Some
of us scrambled up the beach through the fringe of the surf and slipped
the painter round a rock, so as to hold the boat against the backwash.
Then we began to get the stores and gear out, working like men
possessed, for the boats could not be pulled up till they had been
emptied.  The blubber-stove was quickly alight and the cook began to
prepare a hot drink.  We were labouring at the boats when I noticed
Rickenson turn white and stagger in the surf.  I pulled him out of
reach of the water and sent him up to the stove, which had been placed
in the shelter of some rocks.  McIlroy went to him and found that his
heart had been temporarily unequal to the strain placed upon it.  He
was in a bad way and needed prompt medical attention.  There are some
men who will do more than their share of work and who will attempt more
than they are physically able to accomplish.  Rickenson was one of
these eager souls.  He was suffering, like many other members of the
Expedition, from bad salt-water boils.  Our wrists, arms, and legs were
attacked.  Apparently this infliction was due to constant soaking with
sea-water, the chafing of wet clothes, and exposure.

I was very anxious about the 'Dudley Docker', and my eyes as well as
my thoughts were turned eastward as we carried the stores ashore; but
within half an hour the missing boat appeared, labouring through the
spume-white sea, and presently she reached the comparative calm of the
bay.  We watched her coming with that sense of relief that the mariner
feels when he crosses the harbour-bar.  The tide was going out rapidly,
and Worsley lightened the 'Dudley Docker' by placing some cases on an
outer rock, where they were retrieved subsequently.  Then he beached
his boat, and with many hands at work we soon had our belongings ashore
and our three craft above high-water mark.  The spit was by no means an
ideal camping-ground; it was rough, bleak, and inhospitable--just an
acre or two of rock and shingle, with the sea foaming around it except
where the snow-slope, running up to a glacier, formed the landward
boundary.  But some of the larger rocks provided a measure of shelter
from the wind, and as we clustered round the blubber-stove, with the
acrid smoke blowing into our faces, we were quite a cheerful company.
After all, another stage of the homeward journey had been accomplished
and we could afford to forget for an hour the problems of the future.
Life was not so bad.  We ate our evening meal while the snow drifted
down from the surface of the glacier, and our chilled bodies grew warm.
Then we dried a little tobacco at the stove and enjoyed our pipes
before we crawled into our tents.  The snow had made it impossible for
us to find the tide-line and we were uncertain how far the sea was
going to encroach upon our beach.  I pitched my tent on the seaward
side of the camp so that I might have early warning of danger, and,
sure enough, about 2 a.m. a little wave forced its way under the tent-
cloth.  This was a practical demonstration that we had not gone far
enough back from the sea, but in the semi-darkness it was difficult to
see where we could find safety.  Perhaps it was fortunate that
experience had inured us to the unpleasantness of sudden forced changes
of camp.  We took down the tents and re-pitched them close against the
high rocks at the seaward end of the spit, where large boulders made an
uncomfortable resting-place. Snow was falling heavily.  Then all hands
had to assist in pulling the boats farther up the beach, and at this
task we suffered a serious misfortune.  Two of our four bags of
clothing had been placed under the bilge of the 'James Caird', and
before we realized the danger a wave had lifted the boat and carried
the two bags back into the surf.  We had no chance of recovering them.
This accident did not complete the tale of the night's misfortunes.
The big eight-man tent was blown to pieces in the early morning.  Some
of the men who had occupied it took refuge in other tents, but several
remained in their sleeping-bags under the fragments of cloth until it
was time to turn out.

A southerly gale was blowing on the morning of April 18 and the
drifting snow was covering everything.  The outlook was cheerless
indeed, but much work had to be done and we could not yield to the
desire to remain in the sleeping-bags.  Some sea-elephants were lying
about the beach above high-water mark, and we killed several of the
younger ones for their meat and blubber.  The big tent could not be
replaced, and in order to provide shelter for the men we turned the
'Dudley Docker' upside down and wedged up the weather side with
boulders.  We also lashed the painter and stern-rope round the heaviest
rocks we could find, so as to guard against the danger of the boat
being moved by the wind.  The two bags of clothing were bobbing about
amid the brash and glacier-ice to the windward side of the spit, and it
did not seem possible to reach them.  The gale continued all day, and
the fine drift from the surface of the glacier was added to the big
flakes of snow falling from the sky.  I made a careful examination of
the spit with the object of ascertaining its possibilities as a camping-
ground. Apparently, some of the beach lay above high-water mark and the
rocks that stood above the shingle gave a measure of shelter. It would
be possible to mount the snow-slope towards the glacier in fine
weather, but I did not push my exploration in that direction during the
gale.  At the seaward end of the spit was the mass of rock already
mentioned.  A few thousand ringed penguins, with some gentoos, were on
these rocks, and we had noted this fact with a great deal of
satisfaction at the time of our landing.  The ringed penguin is by no
means the best of the penguins from the point of view of the hungry
traveller, but it represents food.  At 8 a.m. that morning I noticed
the ringed penguins mustering in orderly fashion close to the water's
edge, and thought that they were preparing for the daily fishing
excursion; but presently it became apparent that some important move
was on foot.  They were going to migrate, and with their departure much
valuable food would pass beyond our reach. Hurriedly we armed ourselves
with pieces of sledge-runner and other improvised clubs, and started
towards the rookery.  We were too late.  The leaders gave their squawk
of command and the columns took to the sea in unbroken ranks.
Following their leaders, the penguins dived through the surf and
reappeared in the heaving water beyond.  A very few of the weaker birds
took fright and made their way back to the beach, where they fell
victims later to our needs; but the main army went northwards and we
saw them no more. We feared that the gentoo penguins might follow the
example of their ringed cousins, but they stayed with us; apparently
they had not the migratory habit.  They were comparatively few in
number, but from time to time they would come in from the sea and walk
up our beach. The gentoo is the most strongly marked of all the smaller
varieties of penguins as far as colouring is concerned, and it far
surpasses the adelie in weight of legs and breast, the points that
particularly appealed to us.

The deserted rookery was sure to be above high-water mark at all
times; and we mounted the rocky ledge in search of a place to pitch our
tents.  The penguins knew better than to rest where the sea could reach
them even when the highest tide was supported by the strongest gale.
The disadvantages of a camp on the rookery were obvious.  The smell was
strong, to put it mildly, and was not likely to grow less pronounced
when the warmth of our bodies thawed the surface.  But our choice of
places was not wide, and that afternoon we dug out a site for two tents
in the debris of the rookery, levelling it off with snow and rocks.  My
tent, No. 1, was pitched close under the cliff, and there during my
stay on Elephant Island I lived.  Crean's tent was close by, and the
other three tents, which had fairly clean snow under them, were some
yards away.  The fifth tent was a ramshackle affair.  The material of
the torn eight-man tent had been drawn over a rough framework of oars,
and shelter of a kind provided for the men who occupied it.

The arrangement of our camp, the checking of our gear, the killing and
skinning of seals and sea-elephants occupied us during the day, and we
took to our sleeping-bags early. I and my companions in No. 1 tent were
not destined to spend a pleasant night.  The heat of our bodies soon
melted the snow and refuse beneath us and the floor of the tent became
an evil smelling yellow mud.  The snow drifting from the cliff above us
weighted the sides of the tent, and during the night a particularly
stormy gust brought our little home down on top of us.  We stayed
underneath the snow-laden cloth till the morning, for it seemed a
hopeless business to set about re-pitching the tent amid the storm that
was raging in the darkness of the night.

The weather was still bad on the morning of April 19.  Some of the men
were showing signs of demoralization.  They were disinclined to leave
the tents when the hour came for turning out, and it was apparent they
were thinking more of the discomforts of the moment than of the good
fortune that had brought us to sound ground and comparative safety.
The condition of the gloves and headgear shown me by some discouraged
men illustrated the proverbial carelessness of the sailor.  The
articles had frozen stiff during the night, and the owners considered,
it appeared, that this state of affairs provided them with a grievance,
or at any rate gave them the right to grumble.  They said they wanted
dry clothes and that their health would not admit of their doing any
work.  Only by rather drastic methods were they induced to turn to.
Frozen gloves and helmets undoubtedly are very uncomfortable, and the
proper thing is to keep these articles thawed by placing them inside
one's shirt during the night.

The southerly gale, bringing with it much snow, was so severe that as
I went along the beach to kill a seal I was blown down by a gust. The
cooking-pots from No. 2 tent took a flying run into the sea at the same
moment.  A case of provisions which had been placed on them to keep
them safe had been capsized by a squall.  These pots, fortunately, were
not essential, since nearly all our cooking was done over the blubber-
stove.  The galley was set up by the rocks close to my tent, in a hole
we had dug through the debris of the penguin rookery.  Cases of stores
gave some shelter from the wind and a spread sail kept some of the snow
off the cook when he was at work. He had not much idle time.  The
amount of seal and sea-elephant steak and blubber consumed by our
hungry party was almost incredible.  He did not lack assistance--the
neighbourhood of the blubber-stove had attractions for every member of
the party; but he earned everybody's gratitude by his unflagging energy
in preparing meals that to us at least were savoury and satisfying.
Frankly, we needed all the comfort that the hot food could give us.
The icy fingers of the gale searched every cranny of our beach and
pushed relentlessly through our worn garments and tattered tents.  The
snow, drifting from the glacier and falling from the skies, swathed us
and our gear and set traps for our stumbling feet.  The rising sea beat
against the rocks and shingle and tossed fragments of floe-ice within a
few feet of our boats.  Once during the morning the sun shone through
the racing clouds and we had a glimpse of blue sky; but the promise of
fair weather was not redeemed.  The consoling feature of the situation
was that our camp was safe.  We could endure the discomforts, and I
felt that all hands would be benefited by the opportunity for rest and
recuperation.



CHAPTER IX

THE BOAT JOURNEY


The increasing sea made it necessary for us to drag the boats farther
up the beach.  This was a task for all hands, and after much labour we
got the boats into safe positions among the rocks and made fast the
painters to big boulders.  Then I discussed with Wild and Worsley the
chances of reaching South Georgia before the winter locked the seas
against us.  Some effort had to be made to secure relief.  Privation
and exposure had left their mark on the party, and the health and
mental condition of several men were causing me serious anxiety.
Blackborrow's feet, which had been frost-bitten during the boat
journey, were in a bad way, and the two doctors feared that an
operation would be necessary.  They told me that the toes would have to
be amputated unless animation could be restored within a short period.
Then the food-supply was a vital consideration.  We had left ten cases
of provisions in the crevice of the rocks at our first camping-place on
the island. An examination of our stores showed that we had full
rations for the whole party for a period of five weeks.  The rations
could be spread over three months on a reduced allowance and probably
would be supplemented by seals and sea-elephants to some extent.  I did
not dare to count with full confidence on supplies of meat and blubber,
for the animals seemed to have deserted the beach and the winter was
near.  Our stocks included three seals and two and a half skins (with
blubber attached).  We were mainly dependent on the blubber for fuel,
and, after making a preliminary survey of the situation, I decided that
the party must be limited to one hot meal a day.

A boat journey in search of relief was necessary and must not be
delayed.  That conclusion was forced upon me.  The nearest port where
assistance could certainly be secured was Port Stanley, in the Falkland
Islands, 540 miles away, but we could scarcely hope to beat up against
the prevailing north-westerly wind in a frail and weakened boat with a
small sail area.  South Georgia was over 800 miles away, but lay in the
area of the west winds, and I could count upon finding whalers at any
of the whaling-stations on the east coast.  A boat party might make the
voyage and be back with relief within a month, provided that the sea
was clear of ice and the boat survive the great seas.  It was not
difficult to decide that South Georgia must be the objective, and I
proceeded to plan ways and means.  The hazards of a boat journey across
800 miles of stormy sub-Antarctic ocean were obvious, but I calculated
that at worst the venture would add nothing to the risks of the men
left on the island.  There would be fewer mouths to feed during the
winter and the boat would not require to take more than one month's
provisions for six men, for if we did not make South Georgia in that
time we were sure to go under.  A consideration that had weight with me
was that there was no chance at all of any search being made for us on
Elephant Island.

The case required to be argued in some detail, since all hands knew
that the perils of the proposed journey were extreme.  The risk was
justified solely by our urgent need of assistance.  The ocean south of
Cape Horn in the middle of May is known to be the most tempestuous
storm-swept area of water in the world.  The weather then is unsettled,
the skies are dull and overcast, and the gales are almost unceasing.
We had to face these conditions in a small and weather-beaten boat,
already strained by the work of the months that had passed.  Worsley
and Wild realized that the attempt must be made, and they both asked to
be allowed to accompany me on the voyage.  I told Wild at once that he
would have to stay behind.  I relied upon him to hold the party
together while I was away and to make the best of his way to Deception
Island with the men in the spring in the event of our failure to bring
help.  Worsley I would take with me, for I had a very high opinion of
his accuracy and quickness as a navigator, and especially in the
snapping and working out of positions in difficult circumstances--an
opinion that was only enhanced during the actual journey.  Four other
men would be required, and I decided to call for volunteers, although,
as a matter of fact, I pretty well knew which of the people I would
select.  Crean I proposed to leave on the island as a right-hand man
for Wild, but he begged so hard to be allowed to come in the boat that,
after consultation with Wild, I promised to take him.  I called the men
together, explained my plan, and asked for volunteers. Many came
forward at once.  Some were not fit enough for the work that would have
to be done, and others would not have been much use in the boat since
they were not seasoned sailors, though the experiences of recent months
entitled them to some consideration as seafaring men.  McIlroy and
Macklin were both anxious to go but realized that their duty lay on the
island with the sick men. They suggested that I should take Blackborrow
in order that he might have shelter and warmth as quickly as possible,
but I had to veto this idea.  It would be hard enough for fit men to
live in the boat.  Indeed, I did not see how a sick man, lying helpless
in the bottom of the boat, could possibly survive in the heavy weather
we were sure to encounter.  I finally selected McNeish, McCarthy, and
Vincent in addition to Worsley and Crean.  The crew seemed a strong
one, and as I looked at the men I felt confidence increasing.

The decision made, I walked through the blizzard with Worsley and Wild
to examine the 'James Caird'.  The 20-ft. boat had never looked big;
she appeared to have shrunk in some mysterious way when I viewed her in
the light of our new undertaking.  She was an ordinary ship's whaler,
fairly strong, but showing signs of the strains she had endured since
the crushing of the 'Endurance'.  Where she was holed in leaving the
pack was, fortunately, about the water-line and easily patched.
Standing beside her, we glanced at the fringe of the storm-swept,
tumultuous sea that formed our path. Clearly, our voyage would be a big
adventure.  I called the carpenter and asked him if he could do
anything to make the boat more seaworthy.  He first inquired if he was
to go with me, and seemed quite pleased when I said "Yes."  He was over
fifty years of age and not altogether fit, but he had a good knowledge
of sailing-boats and was very quick.  McCarthy said that he could
contrive some sort of covering for the 'James Caird' if he might use
the lids of the cases and the four sledge-runners that we had lashed
inside the boat for use in the event of a landing on Graham Land at
Wilhelmina Bay.  This bay, at one time the goal of our desire, had been
left behind in the course of our drift, but we had retained the
runners.  The carpenter proposed to complete the covering with some of
our canvas; and he set about making his plans at once.

Noon had passed and the gale was more severe than ever.  We could not
proceed with our preparations that day.  The tents were suffering in
the wind and the sea was rising.  We made our way to the snow-slope at
the shoreward end of the spit, with the intention of digging a hole in
the snow large enough to provide shelter for the party.  I had an idea
that Wild and his men might camp there during my absence, since it
seemed impossible that the tents could hold together for many more days
against the attacks of the wind; but an examination of the spot
indicated that any hole we could dig probably would be filled quickly
by the drift.  At dark, about 5 p.m., we all turned in, after a supper
consisting of a pannikin of hot milk, one of our precious biscuits, and
a cold penguin leg each.

The gale was stronger than ever on the following morning (April 20).
No work could be done.  Blizzard and snow, snow and blizzard, sudden
lulls and fierce returns.  During the lulls we could see on the far
horizon to the north-east bergs of all shapes and sizes driving along
before the gale, and the sinister appearance of the swift-moving masses
made us thankful indeed that, instead of battling with the storm amid
the ice, we were required only to face the drift from the glaciers and
the inland heights. The gusts might throw us off our feet, but at least
we fell on solid ground and not on the rocking floes.  Two seals came
up on the beach that day, one of them within ten yards of my tent.  So
urgent was our need of food and blubber that I called all hands and
organized a line of beaters instead of simply walking up to the seal
and hitting it on the nose.  We were prepared to fall upon this seal en
masse if it attempted to escape. The kill was made with a pick-handle,
and in a few minutes five days' food and six days' fuel were stowed in
a place of safety among the boulders above high-water mark.  During
this day the cook, who had worked well on the floe and throughout the
boat journey, suddenly collapsed.  I happened to be at the galley at
the moment and saw him fall.  I pulled him down the slope to his tent
and pushed him into its shelter with orders to his tent-mates to keep
him in his sleeping-bag until I allowed him to come out or the doctors
said he was fit enough.  Then I took out to replace the cook one of the
men who had expressed a desire to lie down and die.  The task of
keeping the galley fire alight was both difficult and strenuous, and it
took his thoughts away from the chances of immediate dissolution.  In
fact, I found him a little later gravely concerned over the drying of a
naturally not over-clean pair of socks which were hung up in close
proximity to our evening milk.  Occupation had brought his thoughts
back to the ordinary cares of life.

There was a lull in the bad weather on April 21, and the carpenter
started to collect material for the decking of the 'James Caird'.  He
fitted the mast of the 'Stancomb Wills' fore and aft inside the 'James
Caird' as a hog-back and thus strengthened the keel with the object of
preventing our boat "hogging"--that is,  buckling in heavy seas.  He
had not sufficient wood to provide a deck,  but by using the sledge-
runners and box-lids he made a framework extending from the forecastle
aft to a well.  It was a patched-up affair, but it provided a base for
a canvas covering. We had a bolt of canvas frozen stiff, and this
material had to be cut and then thawed out over the blubber-stove, foot
by foot, in order that it might be sewn into the form of a cover.  When
it had been nailed and screwed into position it certainly gave an
appearance of safety to the boat, though I had an uneasy feeling that
it bore a strong likeness to stage scenery, which may look like a
granite wall and is in fact nothing better than canvas and lath.  As
events proved, the covering served its purpose well.  We certainly
could not have lived through the voyage without it.

Another fierce gale was blowing on April 22, interfering with our
preparations for the voyage.  The cooker from No. 5 tent came adrift in
a gust, and, although it was chased to the water's edge, it disappeared
for good.  Blackborrow's feet were giving him much pain, and McIlroy
and Macklin thought it would be necessary for them to operate soon.
They were under the impression then that they had no chloroform, but
they found some subsequently in the medicine-chest after we had left.
Some cases of stores left on a rock off the spit on the day of our
arrival were retrieved during this day.  We were setting aside stores
for the boat journey and choosing the essential equipment from the
scanty stock at our disposal.  Two ten-gallon casks had to be filled
with water melted down from ice collected at the foot of the glacier.
This was a rather slow business.  The blubber-stove was kept going all
night, and the watchmen emptied the water into the casks from the pot
in which the ice was melted.  A working party started to dig a hole in
the snow-slope about forty feet above sea-level with the object of
providing a site for a camp. They made fairly good progress at first,
but the snow drifted down unceasingly from the inland ice, and in the
end the party had to give up the project.

The weather was fine on April 23, and we hurried forward our
preparations.  It was on this day I decided finally that the crew for
the 'James Caird' should consist of Worsley, Crean, McNeish, McCarthy,
Vincent, and myself.  A storm came on about noon, with driving snow and
heavy squalls.  Occasionally the air would clear for a few minutes, and
we could see a line of pack-ice, five miles out, driving across from
west to east.  This sight increased my anxiety to get away quickly.
Winter was advancing, and soon the pack might close completely round
the island and stay our departure for days or even for weeks, I did not
think that ice would remain around Elephant Island continuously during
the winter, since the strong winds and fast currents would keep it in
motion.  We had noticed ice and bergs, going past at the rate of four
or five knots.  A certain amount of ice was held up about the end of
our spit, but the sea was clear where the boat would have to be
launched.

Worsley, Wild, and I climbed to the summit of the seaward rocks and
examined the ice from a better vantage-point than the beach offered.
The belt of pack outside appeared to be sufficiently broken for our
purposes, and I decided that, unless the conditions forbade it, we
would make a start in the 'James Caird' on the following morning.
Obviously the pack might close at any time.  This decision made, I
spent the rest of the day looking over the boat, gear, and stores, and
discussing plans with Worsley and Wild.

Our last night on the solid ground of Elephant Island was cold and
uncomfortable.  We turned out at dawn and had breakfast.  Then we
launched the 'Stancomb Wills' and loaded her with stores, gear, and
ballast, which would be transferred to the 'James Caird' when the
heavier boat had been launched.  The ballast consisted of bags made
from blankets and filled with sand, making a total weight of about 1000
lbs.  In addition we had gathered a number of round boulders and about
250 lbs. of ice, which would supplement our two casks of water.

The stores taken in the 'James Caird', which would last six men for
one month, were as follows:


   30 boxes of matches.
    6 gallons paraffin.
    1 tin methylated spirit.
   10 boxes of flamers.
    1 box of blue lights.
    2 Primus stoves with spare parts and prickers.
    1 Nansen aluminium cooker.
    6 sleeping-bags.
   A few spare socks.
   A few candles and some blubber-oil in an oil-bag.

Food:

     3 cases sledging rations = 300 rations.
     2 cases nut food         = 200    "
     2 cases biscuits         = 600 biscuits.
     1 case lump sugar.
    30 packets of Trumilk.
     1 tin. of Bovril cubes.
     1 tin of Cerebos salt.
    36 gallons of water.
   250 lbs. of ice.

Instruments:

   Sextant.
   Sea-anchor.
   Binoculars.
   Charts.
   Prismatic compass.
   Aneroid.


The swell was slight when the 'Stancomb Wills' was launched and the
boat got under way without any difficulty; but half an hour later, when
we were pulling down the 'James Caird', the swell increased suddenly.
Apparently the movement of the ice outside had made an opening and
allowed the sea to run in without being blanketed by the line of pack.
The swell made things difficult. Many of us got wet to the waist while
dragging the boat out--a serious matter in that climate.  When the
'James Caird' was afloat in the surf she nearly capsized among the
rocks before we could get her clear, and Vincent and the carpenter, who
were on the deck, were thrown into the water. This was really bad luck,
for the two men would have small chance of drying their clothes after
we had got under way.  Hurley, who had the eye of the professional
photographer for "incidents," secured a picture of the upset, and I
firmly believe that he would have liked the two unfortunate men to
remain in the water until he could get a "snap" at close quarters; but
we hauled them out immediately, regardless of his feelings.

The 'James Caird' was soon clear of the breakers.  We used all the
available ropes as a long painter to prevent her drifting away to the
north-east, and then the 'Stancomb Wills' came alongside, transferred
her load, and went back to the shore for more.  As she was being
beached this time the sea took her stern and half filled her with
water.  She had to be turned over and emptied before the return journey
could be made.  Every member of the crew of the 'Stancomb Wills' was
wet to the skin.  The water-casks were towed behind the 'Stancomb
Wills' on this second journey, and the swell, which was increasing
rapidly, drove the boat on to the rocks, where one of the casks was
slightly stove in.  This accident proved later to be a serious one,
since some sea-water had entered the cask and the contents were now
brackish.

By midday the 'James Caird' was ready for the voyage.  Vincent and the
carpenter had secured some dry clothes by exchange with members of the
shore party  (I heard afterwards that it was a full fortnight before
the soaked garments were finally dried), and the boat's crew was
standing by waiting for the order to cast off. A moderate westerly
breeze was blowing.  I went ashore in the 'Stancomb Wills' and had a
last word with Wild, who was remaining in full command, with directions
as to his course of action in the event of our failure to bring relief,
but I practically left the whole situation and scope of action and
decision to his own judgment, secure in the knowledge that he would act
wisely.  I told him that I trusted the party to him and said good-bye
to the men. Then we pushed off for the last time, and within a few
minutes I was aboard the 'James Caird'.  The crew of the 'Stancomb
Wills' shook hands with us as the boats bumped together and offered us
the last good wishes.  Then, setting our jib, we cut the painter and
moved away to the north-east.  The men who were staying behind made a
pathetic little group on the beach, with the grim heights of the island
behind them and the sea seething at their feet, but they waved to us
and gave three hearty cheers.  There was hope in their hearts and they
trusted us to bring the help that they needed.

I had all sails set, and the 'James Caird' quickly dipped the beach
and its line of dark figures.  The westerly wind took us rapidly to the
line of pack, and as we entered it I stood up with my arm around the
mast, directing the steering, so as to avoid the great lumps of ice
that were flung about in the heave of the sea.  The pack thickened and
we were forced to turn almost due east, running before the wind towards
a gap I had seen in the morning from the high ground.  I could not see
the gap now, but we had come out on its bearing and I was prepared to
find that it had been influenced by the easterly drift.  At four
o'clock in the afternoon we found the channel, much narrower than it
had seemed in the morning but still navigable.  Dropping sail, we rowed
through without touching the ice anywhere, and by 5.30 p.m. we were
clear of the pack with open water before us.  We passed one more piece
of ice in the darkness an hour later, but the pack lay behind, and with
a fair wind swelling the sails we steered our little craft through the
night, our hopes centred on our distant goal.  The swell was very heavy
now, and when the time came for our first evening meal we found great
difficulty in keeping the Primus lamp alight and preventing the hoosh
splashing out of the pot.  Three men were needed to attend to the
cooking, one man holding the lamp and two men guarding the aluminium
cooking-pot, which had to be lifted clear of the Primus whenever the
movement of the boat threatened to cause a disaster.  Then the lamp had
to be protected from water, for sprays were coming over the bows and
our flimsy decking was by no means water-tight.  All these operations
were conducted in the confined space under the decking, where the men
lay or knelt and adjusted themselves as best they could to the angles
of our cases and ballast.  It was uncomfortable, but we found
consolation in the reflection that without the decking we could not
have used the cooker at all.

The tale of the next sixteen days is one of supreme strife amid
heaving waters.  The sub-Antarctic Ocean lived up to its evil winter
reputation.  I decided to run north for at least two days while the
wind held and so get into warmer weather before turning to the east and
laying a course for South Georgia.  We took two-hourly spells at the
tiller.  The men who were not on watch crawled into the sodden sleeping-
bags and tried to forget their troubles for a period; but there was no
comfort in the boat. The bags and cases seemed to be alive in the
unfailing knack of presenting their most uncomfortable angles to our
rest-seeking bodies.  A man might imagine for a moment that he had
found a position of ease, but always discovered quickly that some
unyielding point was impinging on muscle or bone.  The first night
aboard the boat was one of acute discomfort for us all, and we were
heartily glad when the dawn came and we could set about the preparation
of a hot breakfast.

This record of the voyage to South Georgia is based upon scanty notes
made day by day.  The notes dealt usually with the bare facts of
distances, positions, and weather, but our memories retained the
incidents of the passing days in a period never to be forgotten.  By
running north for the first two days I hoped to get warmer weather and
also to avoid lines of pack that might be extending beyond the main
body.  We needed all the advantage that we could obtain from the higher
latitude for sailing on the great circle, but we had to be cautious
regarding possible ice-streams. Cramped in our narrow quarters and
continually wet by the spray, we suffered severely from cold throughout
the journey.  We fought the seas and the winds and at the same time had
a daily struggle to keep ourselves alive.  At times we were in dire
peril.  Generally we were upheld by the knowledge that we were making
progress towards the land where we would be, but there were days and
nights when we lay hove to, drifting across the storm-whitened seas and
watching with eyes interested rather than apprehensive the uprearing
masses of water, flung to and fro by Nature in the pride of her
strength. Deep seemed the valleys when we lay between the reeling seas.
High were the hills when we perched momentarily on the tops of giant
combers.  Nearly always there were gales.  So small was our boat and so
great were the seas that often our sail flapped idly in the calm
between the crests of two waves. Then we would climb the next slope and
catch the full fury of the gale where the wool-like whiteness of the
breaking water surged around us.  We had our moments of laughter--rare,
it is true, but hearty enough.  Even when cracked lips and swollen
mouths checked the outward and visible signs of amusement we could see
a joke of the primitive kind.  Man's sense of humour is always most
easily stirred by the petty misfortunes of his neighbours, and I shall
never forget Worsley's efforts on one occasion to place the hot
aluminium stand on top of the Primus stove after it had fallen off in
an extra heavy roll.  With his frost-bitten fingers he picked it up,
dropped it, picked it up again, and toyed with it gingerly as though it
were some fragile article of lady's wear.  We laughed, or rather
gurgled with laughter.

The wind came up strong and worked into a gale from the north-west on
the third day out.  We stood away to the east.  The increasing seas
discovered the weaknesses of our decking.  The continuous blows shifted
the box-lids and sledge-runners so that the canvas sagged down and
accumulated water.  Then icy trickles, distinct from the driving
sprays, poured fore and aft into the boat.  The nails that the
carpenter had extracted from cases at Elephant Island and used to
fasten down the battens were too short to make firm the decking. We did
what we could to secure it, but our means were very limited, and the
water continued to enter the boat at a dozen points.  Much baling was
necessary, and nothing that we could do prevented our gear from
becoming sodden.  The searching runnels from the canvas were really
more unpleasant than the sudden definite douches of the sprays. Lying
under the thwarts during watches below, we tried vainly to avoid them.
There were no dry places in the boat, and at last we simply covered our
heads with our Burberrys and endured the all-pervading water.  The
baling was work for the watch.  Real rest we had none.  The perpetual
motion of the boat made repose impossible; we were cold, sore, and
anxious.  We moved on hands and knees in the semi-darkness of the day
under the decking.  The darkness was complete by 6 p.m., and not until
7 a.m. of the following day could we see one another under the thwarts.
We had a few scraps of candle, and they were preserved carefully in
order that we might have light at meal-times.  There was one fairly dry
spot in the boat, under the solid original decking at the bows, and we
managed to protect some of our biscuit from the salt water; but I do
not think any of us got the taste of salt out of our mouths during the
voyage.

The difficulty of movement in the boat would have had its humorous
side if it had not involved us in so many aches and pains.  We had to
crawl under the thwarts in order to move along the boat, and our knees
suffered considerably.  When watch turned out it was necessary for me
to direct each man by name when and where to move, since if all hands
had crawled about at the same time the result would have been dire
confusion and many bruises. Then there was the trim of the boat to be
considered.  The order of the watch was four hours on and four hours
off, three men to the watch.  One man had the tiller-ropes, the second
man attended to the sail, and the third baled for all he was worth.
Sometimes when the water in the boat had been reduced to reasonable
proportions, our pump could be used.  This pump, which Hurley had made
from the Flinder's bar case of our ship's standard compass, was quite
effective, though its capacity was not large.  The man who was
attending the sail could pump into the big outer cooker, which was
lifted and emptied overboard when filled. We had a device by which the
water could go direct from the pump into the sea through a hole in the
gunwale, but this hole had to be blocked at an early stage of the
voyage, since we found that it admitted water when the boat rolled.

While a new watch was shivering in the wind and spray, the men who had
been relieved groped hurriedly among the soaked sleeping-bags and tried
to steal a little of the warmth created by the last occupants; but it
was not always possible for us to find even this comfort when we went
off watch.  The boulders that we had taken aboard for ballast had to be
shifted continually in order to trim the boat and give access to the
pump, which became choked with hairs from the moulting sleeping-bags
and finneskoe.  The four reindeer-skin sleeping-bags shed their hair
freely owing to the continuous wetting, and soon became quite bald in
appearance. The moving of the boulders was weary and painful work.  We
came to know every one of the stones by sight and touch, and I have
vivid memories of their angular peculiarities even to-day.  They might
have been of considerable interest as geological specimens to a
scientific man under happier conditions. As ballast they were useful.
As weights to be moved about in cramped quarters they were simply
appalling.  They spared no portion of our poor bodies.  Another of our
troubles, worth mention here, was the chafing of our legs by our wet
clothes, which had not been changed now for seven months.  The insides
of our thighs were rubbed raw, and the one tube of Hazeline cream in
our medicine-chest did not go far in alleviating our pain, which was
increased by the bite of the salt water.  We thought at the time that
we never slept. The fact was that we would doze off uncomfortably, to
be aroused quickly by some new ache or another call to effort.  My own
share of the general unpleasantness was accentuated by a finely
developed bout of sciatica.  I had become possessor of this originally
on the floe several months earlier.

Our meals were regular in spite of the gales.  Attention to this point
was essential, since the conditions of the voyage made increasing calls
upon our vitality.  Breakfast, at 8 a.m., consisted of a pannikin of
hot hoosh made from Bovril sledging ration, two biscuits, and some
lumps of sugar.  Lunch came at 1 p.m., and comprised Bovril sledging
ration, eaten raw, and a pannikin of hot milk for each man.  Tea, at 5
p.m., had the same menu.  Then during the night we had a hot drink,
generally of milk.  The meals were the bright beacons in those cold and
stormy days.  The glow of warmth and comfort produced by the food and
drink made optimists of us all.  We had two tins of Virol, which we
were keeping for an emergency; but, finding ourselves in need of an oil-
lamp to eke out our supply of candles, we emptied one of the tins in
the manner that most appealed to us, and fitted it with a wick made by
shredding a bit of canvas. When this lamp was filled with oil it gave a
certain amount of light, though it was easily blown out, and was of
great assistance to us at night.  We were fairly well off as regarded
fuel, since we had 6 gallons of petroleum.

A severe south-westerly gale on the fourth day out forced us to heave
to.  I would have liked to have run before the wind, but the sea was
very high and the 'James Caird' was in danger of broaching to and
swamping.  The delay was vexatious, since up to that time we had been
making sixty or seventy miles a day, good going with our limited sail
area.  We hove to under double-reefed mainsail and our little jigger,
and waited for the gale to blow itself out.  During that afternoon we
saw bits of wreckage, the remains probably of some unfortunate vessel
that had failed to weather the strong gales south of Cape Horn.  The
weather conditions did not improve, and on the fifth day out the gale
was so fierce that we were compelled to take in the double-reefed
mainsail and hoist our small jib instead.  We put out a sea-anchor to
keep the 'James Caird's' head up to the sea. This anchor consisted of a
triangular canvas bag fastened to the end of the painter and allowed to
stream out from the bows.  The boat was high enough to catch the wind,
and, as she drifted to leeward, the drag of the anchor kept her head to
windward.  Thus our boat took most of the seas more or less end on.
Even then the crests of the waves often would curl right over us and we
shipped a great deal of water, which necessitated unceasing baling and
pumping. Looking out abeam, we would see a hollow like a tunnel formed
as the crest of a big wave toppled over on to the swelling body of
water. A thousand times it appeared as though the 'James Caird' must be
engulfed; but the boat lived.  The south-westerly gale had its
birthplace above the Antarctic Continent, and its freezing breath
lowered the temperature far towards zero.  The sprays froze upon the
boat and gave bows, sides, and decking a heavy coat of mail. This
accumulation of ice reduced the buoyancy of the boat, and to that
extent was an added peril; but it possessed a notable advantage from
one point of view. The water ceased to drop and trickle from the
canvas, and the spray came in solely at the well in the after part of
the boat.  We could not allow the load of ice to grow beyond a certain
point, and in turns we crawled about the decking forward, chipping and
picking at it with the available tools.

When daylight came on the morning of the sixth day out we saw and felt
that the 'James Caird' had lost her resiliency.  She was not rising to
the oncoming seas.  The weight of the ice that had formed in her and
upon her during the night was having its effect, and she was becoming
more like a log than a boat.  The situation called for immediate
action.  We first broke away the spare oars, which were encased in ice
and frozen to the sides of the boat, and threw them overboard.  We
retained two oars for use when we got inshore.  Two of the fur sleeping-
bags went over the side; they were thoroughly wet, weighing probably 40
lbs. each, and they had frozen stiff during the night.  Three men
constituted the watch below, and when a man went down it was better to
turn into the wet bag just vacated by another man than to thaw out a
frozen bag with the heat of his unfortunate body.  We now had four
bags, three in use and one for emergency use in case a member of the
party should break down permanently.  The reduction of weight relieved
the boat to some extent, and vigorous chipping and scraping did more.
We had to be very careful not to put axe or knife through the frozen
canvas of the decking as we crawled over it, but gradually we got rid
of a lot of ice.  The 'James Caird' lifted to the endless waves as
though she lived again.

About 11 a.m. the boat suddenly fell off into the trough of the sea.
The painter had parted and the sea-anchor had gone.  This was serious.
The 'James Caird' went away to leeward, and we had no chance at all of
recovering the anchor and our valuable rope, which had been our only
means of keeping the boat's head up to the seas without the risk of
hoisting sail in a gale.  Now we had to set the sail and trust to its
holding.  While the 'James Caird' rolled heavily in the trough, we beat
the frozen canvas until the bulk of the ice had cracked off it and then
hoisted it.  The frozen gear worked protestingly, but after a struggle
our little craft came up to the wind again, and we breathed more
freely.  Skin frost-bites were troubling us, and we had developed large
blisters on our fingers and hands.  I shall always carry the scar of
one of these frost-bites on my left hand, which became badly inflamed
after the skin had burst and the cold had bitten deeply.

We held the boat up to the gale during that day, enduring as best we
could discomforts that amounted to pain.  The boat tossed interminably
on the big waves under grey, threatening skies.  Our thoughts did not
embrace much more than the necessities of the hour. Every surge of the
sea was an enemy to be watched and circumvented. We ate our scanty
meals, treated our frost-bites, and hoped for the improved conditions
that the morrow might bring.  Night fell early, and in the lagging
hours of darkness we were cheered by a change for the better in the
weather.  The wind dropped, the snow-squalls became less frequent, and
the sea moderated.  When the morning of the seventh day dawned there
was not much wind.  We shook the reef out of the sail and laid our
course once more for South Georgia. The sun came out bright and clear,
and presently Worsley got a snap for longitude.  We hoped that the sky
would remain clear until noon, so that we could get the latitude.  We
had been six days out without an observation, and our dead reckoning
naturally was uncertain.  The boat must have presented a strange
appearance that morning.  All hands basked in the sun.  We hung our
sleeping-bags to the mast and spread our socks and other gear all over
the deck.  Some of the ice had melted off the 'James Caird' in the
early morning after the gale began to slacken; and dry patches were
appearing in the decking. Porpoises came blowing round the boat, and
Cape pigeons wheeled and swooped within a few feet of us. These little
black-and-white birds have an air of friendliness that is not possessed
by the great circling albatross.  They had looked grey against the
swaying sea during the storm as they darted about over our heads and
uttered their plaintive cries.  The albatrosses, of the black or sooty
variety, had watched with hard, bright eyes, and seemed to have a quite
impersonal interest in our struggle to keep afloat amid the battering
seas.  In addition to the Cape pigeons an occasional stormy petrel
flashed overhead.  Then there was a small bird, unknown to me, that
appeared always to be in a fussy, bustling state, quite out of keeping
with the surroundings.  It irritated me.  It had practically no tail,
and it flitted about vaguely as though in search of the lost member.  I
used to find myself wishing it would find its tail and have done with
the silly fluttering.

We revelled in the warmth of the sun that day.  Life was not so bad,
after all.  We felt we were well on our way.  Our gear was drying, and
we could have a hot meal in comparative comfort.  The swell was still
heavy, but it was not breaking and the boat rode easily.  At noon
Worsley balanced himself on the gunwale and clung with one hand to the
stay of the mainmast while he got a snap of the sun.  The result was
more than encouraging.  We had done over 380 miles and were getting on
for half-way to South Georgia.  It looked as though we were going to
get through.

The wind freshened to a good stiff breeze during the afternoon, and
the 'James Caird' made satisfactory progress.  I had not realized until
the sunlight came how small our boat really was.  There was some
influence in the light and warmth, some hint of happier days, that made
us revive memories of other voyages, when we had stout decks beneath
our feet, unlimited food at our command, and pleasant cabins for our
ease.  Now we clung to a battered little boat, "alone, alone--all, all
alone; alone on a wide, wide sea."  So low in the water were we that
each succeeding swell cut off our view of the sky-line.  We were a tiny
speck in the vast vista of the sea--the ocean that is open to all and
merciful to none, that threatens even when it seems to yield, and that
is pitiless always to weakness.  For a moment the consciousness of the
forces arrayed against us would be almost overwhelming.  Then hope and
confidence would rise again as our boat rose to a wave and tossed aside
the crest in a sparkling shower like the play of prismatic colours at
the foot of a waterfall.  My double-barrelled gun and some cartridges
had been stowed aboard the boat as an emergency precaution against a
shortage of food, but we were not disposed to destroy our little
neighbours, the Cape pigeons, even for the sake of fresh meat.  We
might have shot an albatross, but the wandering king of the ocean
aroused in us something of the feeling that inspired, too late, the
Ancient Mariner.  So the gun remained among the stores and sleeping-
bags in the narrow quarters beneath our leaking deck, and the birds
followed us unmolested.

The eighth, ninth, and tenth days of the voyage had few features
worthy of special note.  The wind blew hard during those days, and the
strain of navigating the boat was unceasing, but always we made some
advance towards our goal.  No bergs showed on our horizon, and we knew
that we were clear of the ice-fields.  Each day brought its little
round of troubles, but also compensation in the form of food and
growing hope.  We felt that we were going to succeed. The odds against
us had been great, but we were winning through. We still suffered
severely from the cold, for, though the temperature was rising, our
vitality was declining owing to shortage of food, exposure, and the
necessity of maintaining our cramped positions day and night.  I found
that it was now absolutely necessary to prepare hot milk for all hands
during the night, in order to sustain life till dawn.  This meant
lighting the Primus lamp in the darkness and involved an increased
drain on our small store of matches.  It was the rule that one match
must serve when the Primus was being lit.  We had no lamp for the
compass and during the early days of the voyage we would strike a match
when the steersman wanted to see the course at night; but later the
necessity for strict economy impressed itself upon us, and the practice
of striking matches at night was stopped. We had one water-tight tin of
matches.  I had stowed away in a pocket, in readiness for a sunny day,
a lens from one of the telescopes, but this was of no use during the
voyage.  The sun seldom shone upon us.  The glass of the compass got
broken one night, and we contrived to mend it with adhesive tape from
the medicine-chest. One of the memories that comes to me from those
days is of Crean singing at the tiller.  He always sang while he was
steering, and nobody ever discovered what the song was.  It was devoid
of tune and as monotonous as the chanting of a Buddhist monk at his
prayers; yet somehow it was cheerful.  In moments of inspiration Crean
would attempt "The Wearing of the Green."

On the tenth night Worsley could not straighten his body after his
spell at the tiller.  He was thoroughly cramped, and we had to drag him
beneath the decking and massage him before he could unbend himself and
get into a sleeping-bag.  A hard north-westerly gale came up on the
eleventh day (May 5) and shifted to the south-west in the late
afternoon.  The sky was overcast and occasional snow-squalls added to
the discomfort produced by a tremendous cross-sea--the worst, I
thought, that we had experienced.  At midnight I was at the tiller and
suddenly noticed a line of clear sky between the south and south-west.
I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment
later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but
the white crest of an enormous wave.  During twenty-six years'
experience of the ocean in all its moods I had not encountered a wave
so gigantic.  It was a mighty upheaval of the ocean, a thing quite
apart from the big white-capped seas that had been our tireless enemies
for many days.  I shouted, "For God's sake, hold on! It's got us!"
Then came a moment of suspense that seemed drawn out into hours.  White
surged the foam of the breaking sea around us.  We felt our boat lifted
and flung forward like a cork in breaking surf.  We were in a seething
chaos of tortured water; but somehow the boat lived through it, half-
full of water, sagging to the dead weight and shuddering under the
blow. We baled with the energy of men fighting for life, flinging the
water over the sides with every receptacle that came to our hands, and
after ten minutes of uncertainty we felt the boat renew her life
beneath us.  She floated again and ceased to lurch drunkenly as though
dazed by the attack of the sea.  Earnestly we hoped that never again
would we encounter such a wave.

The conditions in the boat, uncomfortable before, had been made worse
by the deluge of water.  All our gear was thoroughly wet again. Our
cooking-stove had been floating about in the bottom of the boat, and
portions of our last hoosh seemed to have permeated everything. Not
until 3 a.m., when we were all chilled almost to the limit of
endurance, did we manage to get the stove alight and make ourselves hot
drinks.  The carpenter was suffering particularly, but he showed grit
and spirit.  Vincent had for the past week ceased to be an active
member of the crew, and I could not easily account for his collapse.
Physically he was one of the strongest men in the boat.  He was a young
man, he had served on North Sea trawlers, and he should have been able
to bear hardships better than McCarthy, who, not so strong, was always
happy.

The weather was better on the following day (May 6), and we got a
glimpse of the sun.  Worsley's observation showed that we were not more
than a hundred miles from the north-west corner of South Georgia.  Two
more days with a favourable wind and we would sight the promised land.
I hoped that there would be no delay, for our supply of water was
running very low.  The hot drink at night was essential, but I decided
that the daily allowance of water must be cut down to half a pint per
man.  The lumps of ice we had taken aboard had gone long ago.  We were
dependent upon the water we had brought from Elephant Island, and our
thirst was increased by the fact that we were now using the brackish
water in the breaker that had been slightly stove in in the surf when
the boat was being loaded.  Some sea-water had entered at that time.
Thirst took possession of us.  I dared not permit the allowance of
water to be increased since an unfavourable wind might drive us away
from the island and lengthen our voyage by many days.  Lack of water is
always the most severe privation that men can be condemned to endure,
and we found, as during our earlier boat voyage, that the salt water in
our clothing and the salt spray that lashed our faces made our thirst
grow quickly to a burning pain.  I had to be very firm in refusing to
allow any one to anticipate the morrow's allowance, which I was
sometimes begged to do.  We did the necessary work dully and hoped for
the land.  I had altered the course to the east so as to make sure of
our striking the island, which would have been impossible to regain if
we had run past the northern end.  The course was laid on our scrap of
chart for a point some thirty miles down the coast.  That day and the
following day passed for us in a sort of nightmare.  Our mouths were
dry and our tongues were swollen.  The wind was still strong and the
heavy sea forced us to navigate carefully, but any thought of our peril
from the waves was buried beneath the consciousness of our raging
thirst.  The bright moments were those when we each received our one
mug of hot milk during the long, bitter watches of the night. Things
were bad for us in those days, but the end was coming.  The morning of
May 8 broke thick and stormy, with squalls from the north-west.  We
searched the waters ahead for a sign of land, and though we could see
nothing more than had met our eyes for many days, we were cheered by a
sense that the goal was near at hand.  About ten o'clock that morning
we passed a little bit of kelp, a glad signal of the proximity of land.
An hour later we saw two shags sitting on a big mass of kelp, and knew
then that we must be within ten or fifteen miles of the shore.  These
birds are as sure an indication of the proximity of land as a
lighthouse is, for they never venture far to sea.  We gazed ahead with
increasing eagerness, and at 12.30 p.m., through a rift in the clouds,
McCarthy caught a glimpse of the black cliffs of South Georgia, just
fourteen days after our departure from Elephant Island.  It was a glad
moment. Thirst-ridden, chilled, and weak as we were, happiness
irradiated us. The job was nearly done.

We stood in towards the shore to look for a landing-place, and
presently we could see the green tussock-grass on the ledges above the
surf-beaten rocks.  Ahead of us and to the south, blind rollers showed
the presence of uncharted reefs along the coast.  Here and there the
hungry rocks were close to the surface, and over them the great waves
broke, swirling viciously and spouting thirty and forty feet into the
air.  The rocky coast appeared to descend sheer to the sea.  Our need
of water and rest was well-nigh desperate, but to have attempted a
landing at that time would have been suicidal. Night was drawing near,
and the weather indications were not favourable.  There was nothing for
it but to haul off till the following morning, so we stood away on the
starboard tack until we had made what appeared to be a safe offing.
Then we hove to in the high westerly swell.  The hours passed slowly as
we waited the dawn, which would herald, we fondly hoped, the last stage
of our journey.  Our thirst was a torment and we could scarcely touch
our food; the cold seemed to strike right through our weakened bodies.
At 5 a.m. the wind shifted to the north-west and quickly increased to
one of the worst hurricanes any of us had ever experienced.  A great
cross-sea was running and the wind simply shrieked as it tore the tops
off the waves and converted the whole seascape into a haze of driving
spray. Down into valleys, up to tossing heights, straining until her
seams opened, swung our little boat, brave still but labouring heavily.
We knew that the wind and set of the sea was driving us ashore, but we
could do nothing. The dawn showed us a storm-torn ocean, and the
morning passed without bringing us a sight of the land; but at 1 p.m.,
through a rift in the flying mists, we got a glimpse of the huge crags
of the island and realized that our position had become desperate. We
were on a dead lee shore, and we could gauge our approach to the unseen
cliffs by the roar of the breakers against the sheer walls of rock.  I
ordered the double-reefed mainsail to be set in the hope that we might
claw off, and this attempt increased the strain upon the boat.  The
'James Caird' was bumping heavily, and the water was pouring in
everywhere.  Our thirst was forgotten in the realization of our
imminent danger, as we baled unceasingly, and adjusted our weights from
time to time; occasional glimpses showed that the shore was nearer.  I
knew that Annewkow Island lay to the south of us, but our small and
badly marked chart showed uncertain reefs in the passage between the
island and the mainland, and I dared not trust it, though as a last
resort we could try to lie under the lee of the island.  The afternoon
wore away as we edged down the coast, with the thunder of the breakers
in our ears.  The approach of evening found us still some distance from
Annewkow Island, and, dimly in the twilight, we could see a snow-capped
mountain looming above us.  The chance of surviving the night, with the
driving gale and the implacable sea forcing us on to the lee shore,
seemed small.  I think most of us had a feeling that the end was very
near.  Just after 6 p.m., in the dark, as the boat was in the yeasty
backwash from the seas flung from this iron-bound coast, then, just
when things looked their worst, they changed for the best.  I have
marvelled often at the thin line that divides success from failure and
the sudden turn that leads from apparently certain disaster to
comparative safety. The wind suddenly shifted, and we were free once
more to make an offing.  Almost as soon as the gale eased, the pin that
locked the mast to the thwart fell out. It must have been on the point
of doing this throughout the hurricane, and if it had gone nothing
could have saved us; the mast would have snapped like a carrot.  Our
backstays had carried away once before when iced up and were not too
strongly fastened now.  We were thankful indeed for the mercy that had
held that pin in its place throughout the hurricane.

We stood off shore again, tired almost to the point of apathy.  Our
water had long been finished.  The last was about a pint of hairy
liquid, which we strained through a bit of gauze from the medicine-
chest. The pangs of thirst attacked us with redoubled intensity, and I
felt that we must make a landing on the following day at almost any
hazard.  The night wore on.  We were very tired.  We longed for day.
When at last the dawn came on the morning of May 10 there was
practically no wind, but a high cross-sea was running.  We made slow
progress towards the shore.  About 8 a.m. the wind backed to the north-
west and threatened another blow.  We had sighted in the meantime a big
indentation which I thought must be King Haakon Bay, and I decided that
we must land there.  We set the bows of the boat towards the bay and
ran before the freshening gale.  Soon we had angry reefs on either
side.  Great glaciers came down to the sea and offered no landing-
place.  The sea spouted on the reefs and thundered against the shore.
About noon we sighted a line of jagged reef, like blackened teeth, that
seemed to bar the entrance to the bay.  Inside, comparatively smooth
water stretched eight or nine miles to the head of the bay.  A gap in
the reef appeared, and we made for it.  But the fates had another
rebuff for us.  The wind shifted and blew from the east right out of
the bay.  We could see the way through the reef, but we could not
approach it directly. That afternoon we bore up, tacking five times in
the strong wind. The last tack enabled us to get through, and at last
we were in the wide mouth of the bay.  Dusk was approaching.  A small
cove, with a boulder-strewn beach guarded by a reef, made a break in
the cliffs on the south side of the bay, and we turned in that
direction.  I stood in the bows directing the steering as we ran
through the kelp and made the passage of the reef. The entrance was so
narrow that we had to take in the oars, and the swell was piling itself
right over the reef into the cove; but in a minute or two we were
inside, and in the gathering darkness the 'James Caird' ran in on a
swell and touched the beach.  I sprang ashore with the short painter
and held on when the boat went out with the backward surge.  When the
'James Caird' came in again three of the men got ashore, and they held
the painter while I climbed some rocks with another line.  A slip on
the wet rocks twenty feet up nearly closed my part of the story just at
the moment when we were achieving safety.  A jagged piece of rock held
me and at the same time bruised me sorely.  However, I made fast the
line, and in a few minutes we were all safe on the beach, with the boat
floating in the surging water just off the shore. We heard a gurgling
sound that was sweet music in our ears, and, peering around, found a
stream of fresh water almost at our feet. A moment later we were down
on our knees drinking the pure, ice-cold water in long draughts that
put new life into us. It was a splendid moment.

The next thing was to get the stores and ballast out of the boat, in
order that we might secure her for the night.  We carried the stores
and gear above high-water mark and threw out the bags of sand and the
boulders that we knew so well.  Then we attempted to pull the empty
boat up the beach, and discovered by this effort how weak we had
become.  Our united strength was not sufficient to get the 'James
Caird' clear of the water.  Time after time we pulled together, but
without avail.  I saw that it would be necessary to have food and rest
before we beached the boat.  We made fast a line to a heavy boulder and
set a watch to fend the 'James Caird' off the rocks of the beach.  Then
I sent Crean round to the left side of the cove, about thirty yards
away, where I had noticed a little cave as we were running in.  He
could not see much in the darkness, but reported that the place
certainly promised some shelter.  We carried the sleeping-bags round
and found a mere hollow in the rock-face, with a shingle floor sloping
at a steep angle to the sea. There we prepared a hot meal, and when the
food was finished I ordered the men to turn in. The time was now about
8 p.m., and I took the first watch beside the 'James Caird', which was
still afloat in the tossing water just off the beach.

Fending the 'James Caird' off the rocks in the darkness was awkward
work.  The boat would have bumped dangerously if allowed to ride in
with the waves that drove into the cove.  I found a flat rock for my
feet, which were in a bad way owing to cold, wetness, and lack of
exercise in the boat, and during the next few hours I laboured to keep
the 'James Caird' clear of the beach.  Occasionally I had to rush into
the seething water.  Then, as a wave receded, I let the boat out on the
alpine rope so as to avoid a sudden jerk. The heavy painter had been
lost when the sea-anchor went adrift. The 'James Caird' could be seen
but dimly in the cove, where the high black cliffs made the darkness
almost complete, and the strain upon one's attention was great.  After
several hours had passed I found that my desire for sleep was becoming
irresistible, and at 1 a.m. I called Crean.  I could hear him groaning
as he stumbled over the sharp rocks on his way down the beach.  While
he was taking charge of the 'James Caird' she got adrift, and we had
some anxious moments.  Fortunately, she went across towards the cave
and we secured her, unharmed.  The loss or destruction of the boat at
this stage would have been a very serious matter, since we probably
would have found it impossible to leave the cove except by sea.  The
cliffs and glaciers around offered no practicable path towards the head
of the bay.  I arranged for one-hour watches during the remainder of
the night and then took Crean's place among the sleeping men and got
some sleep before the dawn came.

The sea went down in the early hours of the morning (May 11), and
after sunrise we were able to set about getting the boat ashore, first
bracing ourselves for the task with another meal.  We were all weak
still.  We cut off the topsides and took out all the movable gear.
Then we waited for Byron's "great ninth wave," and when it lifted the
'James Caird' in we held her and, by dint of great exertion, worked her
round broadside to the sea. Inch by inch we dragged her up until we
reached the fringe of the tussock-grass and knew that the boat was
above high-water mark.  The rise of the tide was about five feet, and
at spring tide the water must have reached almost to the edge of the
tussock-grass.  The completion of this job removed our immediate
anxieties, and we were free to examine our surroundings and plan the
next move. The day was bright and clear.

King Haakon Bay is an eight-mile sound penetrating the coast of South
Georgia in an easterly direction.  We had noticed that the northern and
southern sides of the sound were formed by steep mountain-ranges, their
flanks furrowed by mighty glaciers, the outlets of the great ice-sheet
of the interior.  It was obvious that these glaciers and the
precipitous slopes of the mountains barred our way inland from the
cove.  We must sail to the head of the sound. Swirling clouds and mist-
wreaths had obscured our view of the sound when we were entering, but
glimpses of snow-slopes had given us hope that an overland journey
could be begun from that point.  A few patches of very rough, tussocky
land, dotted with little tarns, lay between the glaciers along the foot
of the mountains, which were heavily scarred with scree-slopes.
Several magnificent peaks and crags gazed out across their snowy
domains to the sparkling waters of the sound.

Our cove lay a little inside the southern headland of King Haakon Bay.
A narrow break in the cliffs, which were about a hundred feet high at
this point, formed the entrance to the cove.  The cliffs continued
inside the cove on each side and merged into a hill which descended at
a steep slope to the boulder beach.   The slope, which carried tussock-
grass, was not continuous.  It eased at two points into little peaty
swamp terraces dotted with frozen pools and drained by two small
streams.  Our cave was a recess in the cliff on the left-hand end of
the beach.  The rocky face of the cliff was undercut at this point, and
the shingle thrown up by the waves formed a steep slope, which we
reduced to about one in six by scraping the stones away from the
inside.  Later we strewed the rough floor with the dead, nearly dry
underleaves of the tussock-grass, so as to form a slightly soft bed for
our sleeping-bags.  Water had trickled down the face of the cliff and
formed long icicles, which hung down in front of the cave to the length
of about fifteen feet.  These icicles provided shelter, and when we had
spread our sails below them, with the assistance of oars, we had
quarters that, in the circumstances, had to be regarded as reasonably
comfortable. The camp at least was dry, and we moved our gear there
with confidence.  We built a fireplace and arranged our sleeping-bags
and blankets around it.  The cave was about 8 ft. deep and 12 ft. wide
at the entrance.

While the camp was being arranged Crean and I climbed the tussock
slope behind the beach and reached the top  of a headland overlooking
the sound.  There we found the nests of albatrosses, and, much to our
delight, the nests contained young birds.  The fledgelings were fat and
lusty, and we had no hesitation about deciding that they were destined
to die at an early age.  Our most pressing anxiety at this stage was a
shortage of fuel for the cooker.  We had rations for ten more days, and
we knew now that we could get birds for food; but if we were to have
hot meals we must secure fuel.  The store of petroleum carried in the
boat was running very low, and it seemed necessary to keep some
quantity for use on the overland journey that lay ahead of us.  A sea-
elephant or a seal would have provided fuel as well as food, but we
could see none in the neighbourhood.  During the morning we started a
fire in the cave with wood from the top-sides of the boat, and though
the dense smoke from the damp sticks inflamed our tired eyes, the
warmth and the prospect of hot food were ample compensation.  Crean was
cook that day, and I suggested to him that he should wear his goggles,
which he happened to have brought with him.  The goggles helped him a
great deal as he bent over the fire and tended the stew.  And what a
stew it was!  The young albatrosses weighed about fourteen pounds each
fresh killed, and we estimated that they weighed at least six pounds
each when cleaned and dressed for the pot.  Four birds went into the
pot for six men, with a Bovril ration for thickening.  The flesh was
white and succulent, and the bones, not fully formed, almost melted in
our mouths.  That was a memorable meal.  When we had eaten our fill, we
dried our tobacco in the embers of the fire and smoked contentedly.  We
made an attempt to dry our clothes, which were soaked with salt water,
but did not meet with much success.  We could not afford to have a fire
except for cooking purposes until blubber or driftwood had come our way.

The final stage of the journey had still to be attempted. I realized
that the condition of the party generally, and particularly of McNeish
and Vincent, would prevent us putting to sea again except under
pressure of dire necessity.  Our boat, moreover, had been weakened by
the cutting away of the topsides, and I doubted if we could weather the
island.  We were still 150 miles away from Stromness whaling-station by
sea.  The alternative was to attempt the crossing of the island.  If we
could not get over, then we must try to secure enough food and fuel to
keep us alive through the winter, but this possibility was scarcely
thinkable.  Over on Elephant Island twenty-two men were waiting for the
relief that we alone could secure for them.  Their plight was worse
than ours.  We must push on somehow.  Several days must elapse before
our strength would be sufficiently recovered to allow us to row or sail
the last nine miles up to the head of the bay.  In the meantime we
could make what preparations were possible and dry our clothes by
taking advantage of every scrap of heat from the fires we lit for the
cooking of our meals.  We turned in early that night, and I remember
that I dreamed of the great wave and aroused my companions with a shout
of warning as I saw with half-awakened eyes the towering cliff on the
opposite side of the cove. Shortly before midnight a gale sprang up
suddenly from the north-east with rain and sleet showers.  It brought
quantities of glacier-ice into the cove, and by 2 a.m. (May 12) our
little harbour was filled with ice, which surged to and fro in the
swell and pushed its way on to the beach.  We had solid rock beneath
our feet and could watch without anxiety.  When daylight came rain was
falling heavily, and the temperature was the highest we had experienced
for many months.  The icicles overhanging our cave were melting down in
streams and we had to move smartly when passing in and out lest we
should be struck by falling lumps.  A fragment weighing fifteen or
twenty pounds crashed down while we were having breakfast.  We found
that a big hole had been burned in the bottom of Worsley's reindeer
sleeping-bag during the night.  Worsley had been awakened by a burning
sensation in his feet, and had asked the men near him if his bag was
all right; they looked and could see nothing wrong.  We were all
superficially frostbitten about the feet, and this condition caused the
extremities to burn painfully, while at the same time sensation was
lost in the skin. Worsley thought that the uncomfortable heat of his
feet was due to the frost-bites, and he stayed in his bag and presently
went to sleep again.  He discovered when he turned out in the morning
that the tussock-grass which we had laid on the floor of the cave had
smouldered outwards from the fire and had actually burned a large hole
in the bag beneath his feet. Fortunately, his feet were not harmed.

Our party spent a quiet day, attending to clothing and gear, checking
stores, eating and resting.  Some more of the young albatrosses made a
noble end in our pot.  The birds were nesting on a small plateau above
the right-hand end of our beach.  We had previously discovered that
when we were landing from the boat on the night of May 10 we had lost
the rudder.  The 'James Caird' had been bumping heavily astern as we
were scrambling ashore, and evidently the rudder was then knocked off.
A careful search of the beach and the rocks within our reach failed to
reveal the missing article. This was a serious loss, even if the voyage
to the head of the sound could be made in good weather.  At dusk the
ice in the cove was rearing and crashing on the beach.  It had forced
up a ridge of stones close to where the 'James Caird' lay at the edge
of the tussock-grass.  Some pieces of ice were driven right up to the
canvas wall at the front of our cave.  Fragments lodged within two feet
of Vincent, who had the lowest sleeping-place, and within four feet of
our fire. Crean and McCarthy had brought down six more of the young
albatrosses in the afternoon, so we were well supplied with fresh food.
The air temperature that night probably was not lower than 38 or 40
Fahr., and we were rendered uncomfortable in our cramped sleeping
quarters by the unaccustomed warmth.  Our feelings towards our
neighbours underwent a change.  When the temperature was below 20
Fahr, we could not get too close to one another--every man wanted to
cuddle against his neighbour; but let the temperature rise a few
degrees and the warmth of another man's body ceased to be a blessing.
The ice and the waves had a voice of menace that night, but I heard it
only in my dreams.

The bay was still filled with ice on the morning of Saturday, May 13,
but the tide took it all away in the afternoon.  Then a strange thing
happened.  The rudder, with all the broad Atlantic to sail in and the
coasts of two continents to search for a resting-place, came bobbing
back into our cove.  With anxious eyes we watched it as it advanced,
receded again, and then advanced once more under the capricious
influence of wind and wave.  Nearer and nearer it came as we waited on
the shore, oars in hand, and at last we were able to seize it.  Surely
a remarkable salvage! The day was bright and clear; our clothes were
drying and our strength was returning.  Running water made a musical
sound down the tussock slope and among the boulders.  We carried our
blankets up the hill and tried to dry them in the breeze 300 ft. above
sea-level. In the afternoon we began to prepare the 'James Caird' for
the journey to the head of King Haakon Bay.  A noon observation on this
day gave our latitude as 54 10 47 S., but according to the German
chart the position should have been 54 12 S. Probably Worsley's
observation was the more accurate. We were able to keep the fire alight
until we went to sleep that night, for while climbing the rocks above
the cove I had seen at the foot of a cliff a broken spar, which had
been thrown up by the waves. We could reach this spar by climbing down
the cliff, and with a reserve supply of fuel thus in sight we could
afford to burn the fragments of the 'James Caird's' topsides more
freely.

During the morning of this day (May 13) Worsley and I tramped across
the hills in a north-easterly direction with the object of getting a
view of the sound and possibly gathering some information that would be
useful to us in the next stage of our journey.  It was exhausting work,
but after covering about 2 miles in two hours, we were able to look
east, up the bay.  We could not see very much of the country that we
would have to cross in order to reach the whaling-station on the other
side of the island.  We had passed several brooks and frozen tarns, and
at a point where we had to take to the beach on the shore of the sound
we found some wreckage--an 18-ft. pine-spar (probably part of a ship's
topmast), several pieces of timber, and a little model of a ship's
hull, evidently a child's toy.  We wondered what tragedy that pitiful
little plaything indicated.  We encountered also some gentoo penguins
and a young sea-elephant, which Worsley killed.

When we got back to the cave at 3 p.m., tired, hungry, but rather
pleased with ourselves, we found a splendid meal of stewed albatross
chicken waiting for us.  We had carried a quantity of blubber and the
sea-elephant's liver in our blouses, and we produced our treasures as a
surprise for the men.  Rough climbing on the way back to camp had
nearly persuaded us to throw the stuff away, but we had held on
(regardless of the condition of our already sorely tried clothing), and
had our reward at the camp.  The long bay had been a magnificent sight,
even to eyes that had dwelt on grandeur long enough and were hungry for
the simple, familiar things of everyday life.  Its green-blue waters
were being beaten to fury by the north-westerly gale. The mountains,
"stern peaks that dared the stars," peered through the mists, and
between them huge glaciers poured down from the great ice-slopes and
fields that lay behind.  We counted twelve glaciers and heard every few
minutes the reverberating roar caused by masses of ice calving from the
parent streams.

On May 14 we made our preparations for an early start on the following
day if the weather held fair.  We expected to be able to pick up the
remains of the sea-elephant on our way up the sound. All hands were
recovering from the chafing caused by our wet clothes during the boat
journey.  The insides of our legs had suffered severely, and for some
time after landing in the cove we found movement extremely
uncomfortable.  We paid our last visit to the nests of the albatrosses,
which were situated on a little undulating plateau above the cave amid
tussocks, snow-patches, and little frozen tarns.  Each nest consisted
of a mound over a foot high of tussock-grass, roots, and a little
earth.  The albatross lays one egg and very rarely two. The chicks,
which are hatched in January, are fed on the nest by the parent birds
for almost seven months before they take to the sea and fend for
themselves.  Up to four months of age the chicks are beautiful white
masses of downy fluff, but when we arrived on the scene their plumage
was almost complete.  Very often one of the parent birds was on guard
near the nest.  We did not enjoy attacking these birds, but our hunger
knew no law.  They tasted so very good and assisted our recuperation to
such an extent that each time we killed one of them we felt a little
less remorseful.

May 15 was a great day.  We made our hoosh at 7.30 a.m.  Then we
loaded up the boat and gave her a flying launch down the steep beach
into the surf.  Heavy rain had fallen in the  night and a gusty north-
westerly wind was now blowing, with misty showers. The 'James Caird'
headed to the sea as if anxious to face the battle of the waves once
more.  We passed through the narrow mouth of the cove with the ugly
rocks and waving kelp close on either side, turned to the east, and
sailed merrily up the bay as the sun broke through the mists and made
the tossing waters sparkle around us. We were a curious-looking party
on that bright morning, but we were feeling happy.  We even broke into
song, and, but for our Robinson Crusoe appearance, a casual observer
might have taken us for a picnic party sailing in a Norwegian fiord or
one of the beautiful sounds of the west coast of New Zealand.  The wind
blew fresh and strong, and a small sea broke on the coast as we
advanced.  The surf was sufficient to have endangered the boat if we
had attempted to land where the carcass of the sea-elephant was lying,
so we decided to go on to the head of the bay without risking anything,
particularly as we were likely to find sea-elephants on the upper
beaches.  The big creatures have a habit of seeking peaceful quarters
protected from the waves.  We had hopes, too, of finding penguins.  Our
expectation as far as the sea-elephants were concerned was not at
fault.  We heard the roar of the bulls as we neared the head of the
bay, and soon afterwards saw the great unwieldy forms of the beasts
lying on a shelving beach towards the bay-head.  We rounded a high,
glacier-worn bluff on the north side, and at 12.30 p.m. we ran the boat
ashore on a low beach of sand and pebbles, with tussock growing above
high-water mark.  There were hundreds of sea-elephants lying about, and
our anxieties with regard to food disappeared.  Meat and blubber enough
to feed our party for years was in sight.  Our landing-place was about
a mile and a half west of the north-east corner of the bay.  Just east
of us was a glacier-snout ending on the beach but giving a passage
towards the head of the bay, except at high water or when a very heavy
surf was running.  A cold, drizzling rain had begun to fall, and we
provided ourselves with shelter as quickly as possible.  We hauled the
'James Caird' up above highwater mark and turned her over just to the
lee or east side of the bluff.  The spot was separated from the
mountain-side by a low morainic bank, rising twenty or thirty feet
above sea-level. Soon we had converted the boat into a very comfortable
cabin  la Peggotty, turfing it round with tussocks, which we dug up
with knives. One side of the 'James Caird' rested on stones so as to
afford a low entrance, and when we had finished she looked as though
she had grown there.  McCarthy entered into this work with great
spirit. A sea-elephant provided us with fuel and meat, and that evening
found a well-fed and fairly contented party at rest in Peggotty Camp.

Our camp, as I have said, lay on the north side of King Haakon Bay
near the head.  Our path towards the whaling-stations led round the
seaward end of the snouted glacier on the east side of the camp and up
a snow-slope that appeared to lead to a pass in the great Allardyce
Range, which runs north-west and south-east and forms the main backbone
of South Georgia.  The range dipped opposite the bay into a well-
defined pass from east to west.  An ice-sheet covered most of the
interior, filling the valleys and disguising the configurations of the
land, which, indeed, showed only in big rocky ridges, peaks, and
nunataks.  When we looked up the pass from Peggotty Camp the country to
the left appeared to offer two easy paths through to the opposite
coast, but we knew that the island was uninhabited at that point
(Possession Bay).  We had to turn our attention farther east, and it
was impossible from the camp to learn much of the conditions that would
confront us on the overland journey.  I planned to climb to the pass
and then be guided by the configuration of the country in the selection
of a route eastward to Stromness Bay, where the whaling-stations were
established in the minor bays, Leith, Husvik, and Stromness.  A range
of mountains with precipitous slopes, forbidding peaks, and large
glaciers lay immediately to the south of King Haakon Bay and seemed to
form a continuation of the main range.  Between this secondary range
and the pass above our camp a great snow-upland sloped up to the inland
ice-sheet and reached a rocky ridge that stretched athwart our path and
seemed to bar the way.  This ridge was a right-angled offshoot from the
main ridge.  Its chief features were four rocky peaks with spaces
between that looked from a distance as though they might prove to be
passes.

The weather was bad on Tuesday, May 16, and we stayed under the boat
nearly all day.  The quarters were cramped but gave full protection
from the weather, and we regarded our little cabin with a great deal of
satisfaction.  Abundant meals of sea-elephant steak and liver increased
our contentment.  McNeish reported during the day that he had seen rats
feeding on the scraps, but this interesting statement was not verified.
One would not expect to find rats at such a spot, but there was a bare
possibility that they had landed from a wreck and managed to survive
the very rigorous conditions.

A fresh west-south-westerly breeze was blowing on the following
morning (Wednesday, May 17), with misty squalls, sleet, and rain. I
took Worsley with me on a pioneer journey to the west with the object
of examining the country to be traversed at the beginning of the
overland journey.  We went round the seaward end of the snouted
glacier, and after tramping about a mile over stony ground and snow-
coated debris, we crossed some big ridges of scree and moraines.  We
found that there was good going for a sledge as far as the north-east
corner of the bay, but did not get much information regarding the
conditions farther on owing to the view becoming obscured by a snow-
squall.  We waited a quarter of an hour for the weather to clear but
were forced to turn back without having seen more of the country.  I
had satisfied myself, however, that we could reach a good snow-slope
leading apparently to the inland ice. Worsley reckoned from the chart
that the distance from our camp to Husvik, on an east magnetic course,
was seventeen geographical miles, but we could not expect to follow a
direct line.  The carpenter started making a sledge for use on the
overland journey.  The materials at his disposal were limited in
quantity and scarcely suitable in quality.

We overhauled our gear on Thursday, May 18; and hauled our sledge to
the lower edge of the snouted glacier.  The vehicle proved heavy and
cumbrous.  We had to lift it empty over bare patches of rock along the
shore, and I realized that it would be too heavy for three men to
manage amid the snow-plains, glaciers, and peaks of the interior.
Worsley and Crean were coming with me, and after consultation we
decided to leave the sleeping-bags behind us and make the journey in
very light marching order.  We would take three days' provisions for
each man in the form of sledging ration and biscuit.  The food was to
be packed in three sacks, so that each member of the party could carry
his own supply.  Then we were to take the Primus lamp filled with oil,
the small cooker, the carpenter's adze (for use as an ice-axe), and the
alpine rope, which made a total length of fifty feet when knotted.  We
might have to lower ourselves down steep slopes or cross crevassed
glaciers.  The filled lamp would provide six hot meals, which would
consist of sledging ration boiled up with biscuit. There were two boxes
of matches left, one full and the other partially used.  We left the
full box with the men at the camp and took the second box, which
contained forty-eight matches.  I was unfortunate as regarded footgear,
since I had given away my heavy Burberry boots on the floe, and had now
a comparatively light pair in poor condition.  The carpenter assisted
me by putting several screws in the sole of each boot with the object
of providing a grip on the ice.  The screws came out of the 'James
Caird'.

We turned in early that night, but sleep did not come to me.  My mind
was busy with the task of the following day.  The weather was clear and
the outlook for an early start in the morning was good. We were going
to leave a weak party behind us in the camp.  Vincent was still in the
same condition, and he could not march.  McNeish was pretty well broken
up.  The two men were not capable of managing for themselves and
McCarthy must stay to look after them.  He might have a difficult task
if we failed to reach the whaling station. The distance to Husvik,
according to the chart, was no more than seventeen geographical miles
in a direct line, but we had very scanty knowledge of the conditions of
the interior.  No man had ever penetrated a mile from the coast of
South Georgia at any point, and the whalers I knew regarded the country
as inaccessible.  During that day, while we were walking to the snouted
glacier, we had seen three wild duck flying towards the head of the bay
from the eastward. I hoped that the presence of these birds indicated
tussock-land and not snow-fields and glaciers in the interior, but the
hope was not a very bright one.

We turned out at 2 a.m. on the Friday morning and had our hoosh ready
an hour later.  The full moon was shining in a practically cloudless
sky, its rays reflected gloriously from the pinnacles and crevassed ice
of the adjacent glaciers.  The huge peaks of the mountains stood in
bold relief against the sky and threw dark shadows on the waters of the
sound.  There was no need for delay, and we made a start as soon as we
had eaten our meal.  McNeish walked about 200 yds with us; he could do
no more.  Then we said good-bye and he turned back to the camp.  The
first task was to get round the edge of the snouted glacier, which had
points like fingers projecting towards the sea.  The waves were
reaching the points of these fingers, and we had to rush from one
recess to another when the waters receded.  We soon reached the east
side of the glacier and noticed its great activity at this point.
Changes had occurred within the preceding twenty-four hours. Some huge
pieces had broken off, and the masses of mud and stone that were being
driven before the advancing ice showed movement. The glacier was like a
gigantic plough driving irresistibly towards the sea.

Lying on the beach beyond the glacier was wreckage that told of many
ill-fated ships.  We noticed stanchions of teakwood, liberally carved,
that must have came from ships of the older type; iron-bound timbers
with the iron almost rusted through; battered barrels and all the usual
debris of the ocean.  We had difficulties and anxieties of our own, but
as we passed that graveyard of the sea we thought of the many tragedies
written in the wave-worn fragments of lost vessels. We did not pause,
and soon we were ascending a snow-slope heading due east on the last
lap of our long trail.

The snow-surface was disappointing.  Two days before we had been able
to move rapidly on hard, packed snow; now we sank over our ankles at
each step and progress was slow.   After two hours' steady climbing we
were 2500 ft.  above sea-level.  The weather continued fine and calm,
and as the ridges drew nearer and the western coast of the island
spread out below, the bright moonlight showed us that the interior was
broken tremendously.  High peaks, impassable cliffs, steep snow-slopes,
and sharply descending glaciers were prominent features in all
directions, with stretches of snow-plain over laying the ice-sheet of
the interior.  The slope we were ascending mounted to a ridge and our
course lay direct to the top.  The moon, which proved a good friend
during this journey, threw a long shadow at one point and told us that
the surface was broken in our path.  Warned in time, we avoided a huge
hole capable of swallowing an army.  The bay was now about three miles
away, and the continued roaring of a big glacier at the head of the bay
came to our ears.  This glacier, which we had noticed during the stay
at Peggotty Camp, seemed to be calving almost continuously.

I had hoped to get a view of the country ahead of us from the top of
the slope, but as the surface became more level beneath our feet, a
thick fog drifted down.  The moon became obscured and produced a
diffused light that was more trying than darkness, since it illuminated
the fog without guiding our steps.  We roped ourselves together as a
precaution against holes, crevasses, and precipices, and I broke trail
through the soft snow.  With almost the full length of the rope between
myself and the last man we were able to steer an approximately straight
course, since, if I veered to the right or the left when marching into
the blank wall of the fog, the last man on the rope could shout a
direction.  So, like a ship with its "port," "starboard," "steady," we
tramped through the fog for the next two hours.

Then, as daylight came, the fog thinned and lifted, and from an
elevation of about 3000 ft. we looked down on what seemed to be a huge
frozen lake with its farther shores still obscured by the fog. We
halted there to eat a bit of biscuit while we discussed whether we
would go down and cross the flat surface of the lake, or keep on the
ridge we had already reached.  I decided to go down, since the lake lay
on our course.  After an hour of comparatively easy travel through the
snow we noticed the thin beginnings of crevasses.  Soon they were
increasing in size and showing fractures, indicating that we were
travelling on a glacier.  As the daylight brightened the fog
dissipated; the lake could be seen more clearly, but still we could not
discover its east shore.  A little later the fog lifted completely, and
then we saw that our lake stretched to the horizon, and realized
suddenly that we were looking down upon the open sea on the east coast
of the island.  The slight pulsation at the shore showed that the sea
was not even frozen; it was the bad light that had deceived us.
Evidently we were at the top of Possession Bay, and the island at that
point could not be more than five miles across from the head of King
Haakon Bay. Our rough chart was inaccurate. There was nothing for it
but to start up the glacier again.  That was about seven o'clock in the
morning, and by nine o'clock we had more than recovered our lost
ground.  We regained the ridge and then struck south-east, for the
chart showed that two more bays indented the coast before Stromness.
It was comforting to realize that we would have the eastern water in
sight during our journey, although we could see there was no way around
the shore line owing to steep cliffs and glaciers.  Men lived in houses
lit by electric light on the east coast.  News of the outside world
waited us there, and, above all, the east coast meant for us the means
of rescuing the twenty-two men we had left on Elephant Island.



CHAPTER X

ACROSS SOUTH GEORGIA


The sun rose in the sky with every appearance of a fine day, and we
grew warmer as we toiled through the soft snow.  Ahead of us lay the
ridges and spurs of a range of mountains, the transverse range that we
had noticed from the bay.  We were travelling over a gently rising
plateau, and at the end of an hour we found ourselves growing
uncomfortably hot.  Years before, on an earlier expedition, I had
declared that I would never again growl at the heat of the sun, and my
resolution had been strengthened during the boat journey.  I called it
to mind as the sun beat fiercely on the blinding white snow-slope.
After passing an area of crevasses we paused for our first meal.  We
dug a hole in the snow about three feet deep with the adze and put the
Primus into it.  There was no wind at the moment, but a gust might come
suddenly.  A hot hoosh was soon eaten and we plodded on towards a sharp
ridge between two of the peaks already mentioned. By 11 a.m. we were
almost at the crest.  The slope had become precipitous and it was
necessary to cut steps as we advanced.  The adze proved an excellent
instrument for this purpose, a blow sufficing to provide a foothold.
Anxiously but hopefully I cut the last few steps and stood upon the
razor-back, while the other men held the rope and waited for my news.
The outlook was disappointing. I looked down a sheer precipice to a
chaos of crumpled ice 1500 ft. below.  There was no way down for us.
The country to the east was a great snow upland, sloping upwards for a
distance of seven or eight miles to a height of over 4000 ft.  To the
north it fell away steeply in glaciers into the bays, and to the south
it was broken by huge outfalls from the inland ice-sheet.  Our path lay
between the glaciers and the outfalls, but first we had to descend from
the ridge on which we stood.  Cutting steps with the adze, we moved in
a lateral direction round the base of a dolomite, which blocked our
view to the north.  The same precipice confronted us.  Away to the
north-east there appeared to be a snow-slope that might give a path to
the lower country, and so we retraced our steps down the long slope
that had taken us three hours to climb.  We were at the bottom in an
hour.  We were now feeling the strain of the unaccustomed marching.  We
had done little walking since January and our muscles were out of tune.
Skirting the base of the mountain above us, we came to a gigantic
bergschrund, a mile and a half long and 1000 ft. deep.  This tremendous
gully, cut in the snow and ice by the fierce winds blowing round the
mountain, was semicircular in form, and it ended in a gentle incline.
We passed through it, under the towering precipice of ice, and at the
far end we had another meal and a short rest. This was at 12:30 p.m.
Half a pot of steaming Bovril ration warmed us up, and when we marched
again ice-inclines at angles of 45 degrees did not look quite as
formidable as before.

Once more we started for the crest.  After another weary climb we
reached the top.  The snow lay thinly on blue ice at the ridge, and we
had to cut steps over the last fifty yards.  The same precipice lay
below, and my eyes searched vainly for a way down.  The hot sun had
loosened the snow, which was now in a treacherous condition, and we had
to pick our way carefully. Looking back, we could see that a fog was
rolling up behind us and meeting in the valleys a fog that was coming
up from the east. The creeping grey clouds were a plain warning that we
must get down to lower levels before becoming enveloped.

The ridge was studded with peaks, which prevented us getting a clear
view either to the right or to the left.  The situation in this respect
seemed no better at other points within our reach, and I had to decide
that our course lay back the way we had come. The afternoon was wearing
on and the fog was rolling up ominously from the west. It was of the
utmost importance for us to get down into the next valley before dark.
We were now up 4500 ft. and the night temperature at that elevation
would be very low.  We had no tent and no sleeping-bags, and our
clothes had endured much rough usage and had weathered many storms
during the last ten months. In the distance, down the valley below us,
we could see tussock-grass close to the shore, and if we could get down
it might be possible to dig out a hole in one of the lower snow-banks,
line it with dry grass, and make ourselves fairly comfortable for the
night.  Back we went, and after a detour we reached the top of another
ridge in the fading light.  After a glance over the top I turned to the
anxious faces of the two men behind me and said, "Come on, boys."
Within a minute they stood beside me on the ice-ridge.  The surface
fell away at a sharp incline in front of us, but it merged into a snow-
slope.  We could not see the bottom clearly owing to mist and bad
light, and the possibility of the slope ending in a sheer fall occurred
to us; but the fog that was creeping up behind allowed no time for
hesitation. We descended slowly at first, cutting steps in the snow;
then the surface became softer, indicating that the gradient was less
severe. There could be no turning back now, so we unroped and slid in
the fashion of youthful days.  When we stopped on a snow-bank at the
foot of the slope we found that we had descended at least 900 ft. in
two or three minutes.  We looked back and saw the grey fingers of the
fog appearing on the ridge, as though reaching after the intruders into
untrodden wilds.  But we had escaped.

The country to the east was an ascending snow upland dividing the
glaciers of the north coast from the outfalls of the south. We had seen
from the top that our course lay between two huge masses of crevasses,
and we thought that the road ahead lay clear. This belief and the
increasing cold made us abandon the idea of camping.  We had another
meal at 6 p.m.  A little breeze made cooking difficult in spite of the
shelter provided for the cooker by a hole.  Crean was the cook, and
Worsley and I lay on the snow to windward of the lamp so as to break
the wind with our bodies. The meal over, we started up the long, gentle
ascent.  Night was upon us, and for an hour we plodded along in almost
complete darkness, watching warily for signs of crevasses.  Then about
8 p.m. a glow which we had seen behind the jagged peaks resolved itself
into the full moon, which rose ahead of us and made a silver pathway
for our feet.  Along that pathway in the wake of the moon we advanced
in safety, with the shadows cast by the edges of crevasses showing
black on either side of us.  Onwards and upwards through soft snow we
marched, resting now and then on hard patches which had revealed
themselves by glittering ahead of us in the white light.  By midnight
we were again at an elevation of about 4000 ft.  Still we were
following the light, for as the moon swung round towards the north-
east, our path curved in that direction.  The friendly moon seemed to
pilot our weary feet.  We could have had no better guide.  If in bright
daylight we had made that march we would have followed the course that
was traced for us that night.

Midnight found us approaching the edge of a great snowfield, pierced
by isolated nunataks which cast long shadows like black rivers across
the white expanse.  A gentle slope to the north-east lured our all-too-
willing feet in that direction.  We thought that at the base of the
slope lay Stromness Bay.  After we had descended about 300 ft. a thin
wind began to attack us.  We had now been on the march for over twenty
hours, only halting for our occasional meals.  Wisps of cloud drove
over the high peaks to the southward, warning us that wind and snow
were likely to come.  After 1 a.m. we cut a pit in the snow, piled up
loose snow around it, and started the Primus again.  The hot food gave
us another renewal of energy.  Worsley and Crean sang their old songs
when the Primus was going merrily.  Laughter was in our hearts, though
not on our parched and cracked lips.

We were up and away again within half an hour, still downward to the
coast.  We felt almost sure now that we were above Stromness Bay.  A
dark object down at the foot of the slope looked like Mutton Island,
which lies off Husvik.  I suppose our desires were giving wings to our
fancies, for we pointed out joyfully various landmarks revealed by the
now vagrant light of the moon, whose friendly face was cloud-swept.
Our high hopes were soon shattered. Crevasses warned us that we were on
another glacier, and soon we looked down almost to the seaward edge of
the great riven ice-mass. I knew there was no glacier in Stromness and
realized that this must be Fortuna Glacier.  The disappointment was
severe.  Back we turned and tramped up the glacier again, not directly
tracing our steps but working at a tangent to the south-east. We were
very tired.

At 5 a.m. we were at the foot of the rocky spurs of the range. We were
tired, and the wind that blew down from the heights was chilling us.
We decided to get down under the lee of a rock for a rest.  We put our
sticks and the adze on the snow, sat down on them as close to one
another as possible, and put our arms round each other.  The wind was
bringing a little drift with it and the white dust lay on our clothes.
I thought that we might be able to keep warm and have half an hour's
rest this way.  Within a minute my two companions were fast asleep.  I
realized that it would be disastrous if we all slumbered together, for
sleep under such conditions merges into death.  After five minutes I
shook them into consciousness again, told them that they had slept for
half an hour, and gave the word for a fresh start. We were so stiff
that for the first two or three hundred yards we marched with our knees
bent.  A jagged line of peaks with a gap like a broken tooth confronted
us.  This was the ridge that runs in a southerly direction from Fortuna
Bay, and our course eastward to Stromness lay across it.  A very steep
slope led up to the ridge and an icy wind burst through the gap.

We went through the gap at 6 a.m. with anxious hearts as well as weary
bodies.  If the farther slope had proved impassable our situation would
have been almost desperate; but the worst was turning to the best for
us.  The twisted, wave-like rock formations of Husvik Harbour appeared
right ahead in the opening of dawn.  Without a word we shook hands with
one another. To our minds the journey was over, though as a matter of
fact twelve miles of difficult country had still to be traversed. A
gentle snow-slope descended at our feet towards a valley that separated
our ridge from the hills immediately behind Husvik, and as we stood
gazing Worsley said solemnly, "Boss, it looks too good to be true!"
Down we went, to be checked presently by the sight of water 2500 ft.
below.  We could see the little wave-ripples on the black beach,
penguins strutting to and fro, and dark objects that looked like seals
lolling lazily on the sand. This was an eastern arm of Fortuna Bay,
separated by the ridge from the arm we had seen below us during the
night.  The slope we were traversing appeared to end in a precipice
above this beach. But our revived spirits were not to be damped by
difficulties on the last stage of the journey, and we camped cheerfully
for breakfast. Whilst Worsley and Crean were digging a hole for the
lamp and starting the cooker I climbed a ridge above us, cutting steps
with the adze, in order to secure an extended view of the country
below.  At 6.30 a.m. I thought I heard the sound of a steam-whistle.  I
dared not be certain, but I knew that the men at the whaling-station
would be called from their beds about that time.  Descending to the
camp I told the others, and in intense excitement we watched the
chronometer for seven o'clock, when the whalers would be summoned to
work.  Right to the minute the steam-whistle came to us, borne clearly
on the wind across the intervening miles of rock and snow. Never had
any one of us heard sweeter music.  It was the first sound created by
outside human agency that had come to our ears since we left Stromness
Bay in December 1914.  That whistle told us that men were living near,
that ships were ready, and that within a few hours we should be on our
way back to Elephant Island to the rescue of the men waiting there
under the watch and ward of Wild.  It was a moment hard to describe.
Pain and ache, boat journeys, marches, hunger and fatigue seemed to
belong to the limbo of forgotten things, and there remained only the
perfect contentment that comes of work accomplished.

My examination of the country from a higher point had not provided
definite information, and after descending I put the situation before
Worsley and Crean.  Our obvious course lay down a snow-slope in the
direction of Husvik.  "Boys," I said, "this snow-slope seems to end in
a precipice, but perhaps there is no precipice.  If we don't go down we
shall have to make a detour of at least five miles before we reach
level going What shall it be?"  They both replied at once, "Try the
slope."  So we started away again downwards.  We abandoned the Primus
lamp, now empty, at the breakfast camp and carried with us one ration
and a biscuit each.  The deepest snow we had yet encountered clogged
our feet, but we plodded downward, and after descending about 500 ft.,
reducing our altitude to 2000 ft. above sea-level, we thought we saw
the way clear ahead.  A steep gradient of blue ice was the next
obstacle.  Worsley and Crean got a firm footing in a hole excavated
with the adze and then lowered me as I cut steps until the full 50 ft.
of our alpine rope was out.  Then I made a hole big enough for the
three of us, and the other two men came down the steps.  My end of the
rope was anchored to the adze and I had settled myself in the hole
braced for a strain in case they slipped.  When we all stood in the
second hole I went down again to make more steps, and in this laborious
fashion we spent two hours descending about 500 ft. Halfway down we had
to strike away diagonally to the left, for we noticed that the
fragments of ice loosened by the adze were taking a leap into space at
the bottom of the slope.  Eventually we got off the steep ice, very
gratefully, at a point where some rocks protruded, and we could see
then that there was a perilous precipice directly below the point where
we had started to cut steps.  A slide down a slippery slope, with the
adze and our cooker going ahead, completed this descent, and
incidentally did considerable damage to our much-tried trousers.

When we picked ourselves up at the bottom we were not more than 1500
ft. above the sea.  The slope was comparatively easy.  Water was
running beneath the snow, making "pockets" between the rocks that
protruded above the white surface.  The shells of snow over these
pockets were traps for our feet; but we scrambled down, and presently
came to patches of tussock.  A few minutes later we reached the sandy
beach.  The tracks of some animals were to be seen, and we were puzzled
until I remembered that reindeer, brought from Norway, had been placed
on the island and now ranged along the lower land of the eastern coast.
We did not pause to investigate.  Our minds were set upon reaching the
haunts of man, and at our best speed we went along the beach to another
rising ridge of tussock.  Here we saw the first evidence of the
proximity of man, whose work, as is so often the ease, was one of
destruction.  A recently killed seal was lying there, and presently we
saw several other bodies bearing the marks of bullet-wounds.  I learned
later that men from the whaling-station at Stromness sometimes go round
to Fortuna Bay by boat to shoot seals.

Noon found us well up the slope on the other side of the bay working
east-south-east, and half an hour later we were on a flat plateau, with
one more ridge to cross before we descended into Husvik.  I was leading
the way over this plateau when I suddenly found myself up to my knees
in water and quickly sinking deeper through the snow-crust. I flung
myself down and called to the others to do the same, so as to
distribute our weight on the treacherous surface.  We were on top of a
small lake, snow-covered. After lying still for a few moments we got to
our feet and walked delicately, like Agag, for 200 yds., until a rise
in the surface showed us that we were clear of the lake.

At 1.30 p.m. we climbed round a final ridge and saw a little steamer,
a whaling-boat, entering the bay  2500 ft, below.  A few moments later,
as we hurried forward, the masts of a sailing-ship lying at a wharf
came in sight.  Minute figures moving to and fro about the boats caught
our gaze, and then we saw the sheds and factory of Stromness whaling-
station.  We paused and shook hands, a form of mutual congratulation
that had seemed necessary on four other occasions in the course of the
expedition.  The first time was when we landed on Elephant Island, the
second when we reached South Georgia, and the third when we reached the
ridge and saw the snow-slope stretching below on the first day of the
overland journey, then when we saw Husvik rocks.

Cautiously we started down the slope that led to warmth and comfort.
The last lap of the journey proved extraordinarily difficult.  Vainly
we searched for a safe, or a reasonably safe, way down the steep ice-
clad mountain-side.  The sole possible pathway seemed to be a channel
cut by water running from the upland.  Down through icy water we
followed the course of this stream.  We were wet to the waist,
shivering, cold, and tired. Presently our ears detected an unwelcome
sound that might have been musical under other conditions.  It was the
splashing of a waterfall, and we were at the wrong end.  When we
reached the top of this fall we peered over cautiously and discovered
that there was a drop of 25 or 30 ft., with impassable ice-cliffs on
both sides.  To go up again was scarcely thinkable in our utterly
wearied condition.  The way down was through the waterfall itself. We
made fast one end of our rope to a boulder with some difficulty, due to
the fact that the rocks had been worn smooth by the running water. Then
Worsley and I lowered Crean, who was the heaviest man. He disappeared
altogether in the falling water and came out gasping at the bottom.  I
went next, sliding down the rope, and Worsley, who was the lightest and
most nimble member of the party, came last. At the bottom of the fall
we were able to stand again on dry land. The rope could not be
recovered.  We had flung down the adze from the top of the fall and
also the logbook and the cooker wrapped in one of our blouses.  That
was all, except our wet clothes, that we brought out of the Antarctic,
which we had entered a year and a half before with well-found ship,
full equipment, and high hopes. That was all of tangible things; but in
memories we were rich. We had pierced the veneer of outside things.  We
had "suffered, starved, and triumphed, grovelled down yet grasped at
glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the whole." We had seen God in
His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders.  We had reached the
naked soul of man.

Shivering with cold, yet with hearts light and happy, we set off
towards the whaling-station, now not more than a mile and a half
distant.  The difficulties of the journey lay behind us.  We tried to
straighten ourselves up a bit, for the thought that there might be
women at the station made us painfully conscious of our uncivilized
appearance.  Our beards were long and our hair was matted.  We were
unwashed and the garments that we had worn for nearly a year without a
change were tattered and stained.  Three more unpleasant-looking
ruffians could hardly have been imagined. Worsley produced several
safety-pins from some corner of his garments and effected some
temporary repairs that really emphasized his general disrepair.  Down
we hurried, and when quite close to the station we met two small boys
ten or twelve years of age. I asked these lads where the manager's
house was situated.  They did not answer.  They gave us one look--a
comprehensive look that did not need to be repeated.  Then they ran
from us as fast as their legs would carry them.  We reached the
outskirts of the station and passed through the "digesting-house,"
which was dark inside.  Emerging at the other end, we met an old man,
who started as if he had seen the Devil himself and gave us no time to
ask any question.  He hurried away.  This greeting was not friendly.
Then we came to the wharf, where the man in charge stuck to his
station. I asked him if Mr. Sorlle (the manager) was in the house.

"Yes," he said as he stared at us.

"We would like to see him," said I.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"We have lost our ship and come over the island," I replied.

"You have come over the island?" he said in a tone of entire disbelief.

The man went towards the manager's house and we followed him.  I
learned afterwards that he said to Mr. Sorlle: "There are three funny-
looking men outside, who say they have come over the island and they
know you.  I have left them outside."  A very necessary precaution from
his point of view.

Mr. Sorlle came out to the door and said, "Well?"

"Don't you know me?" I said.

"I know your voice," he replied doubtfully.  "You're the mate of the
Daisy."

"My name is Shackleton," I said.

Immediately he put out his hand and said, "Come in.  Come in."

"Tell me, when was the war over?" I asked.

"The war is not over," he answered.  "Millions are being killed.
Europe is mad.  The world is mad."

Mr. Sorlle's hospitality had no bounds.  He would scarcely let us wait
to remove our freezing boots before he took us into his house and gave
us seats in a warm and comfortable room.  We were in no condition to
sit in anybody's house until we had washed and got into clean clothes,
but the kindness of the station-manager was proof even against the
unpleasantness of being in a room with us. He gave us coffee and cakes
in the Norwegian fashion, and then showed us upstairs to the bathroom,
where we shed our rags and scrubbed ourselves luxuriously.

Mr. Sorlle's kindness did not end with his personal care for the three
wayfarers who had come to his door.  While we were washing he gave
orders for one of the whaling-vessels to be prepared at once in order
that it might leave that night for the other side of the island and
pick up the three men there.  The whalers knew King Haakon Bay, though
they never worked on that side of the island. Soon we were clean again.
Then we put on delightful new clothes supplied from the station stores
and got rid of our superfluous hair. Within an hour or two we had
ceased to be savages and had become civilized men again. Then came a
splendid meal, while Mr. Sorlle told us of the arrangements he had made
and we discussed plans for the rescue of the main party on Elephant
Island.

I arranged that Worsley should go with the relief ship to show the
exact spot where the carpenter and his two companions were camped,
while I started to prepare for the relief of the party on Elephant
Island.  The whaling-vessel that was going round to King Haakon Bay was
expected back on the Monday morning, and was to call at Grytviken
Harbour, the port from which we had sailed in December 1914, in order
that the magistrate resident there might be informed of the fate of the
'Endurance'.  It was possible that letters were awaiting us there.
Worsley went aboard the whaler at ten o'clock that night and turned in.
The next day the relief ship entered King Haakon Bay and he reached
Peggotty Camp in a boat.  The three men were delighted beyond measure
to know that we had made the crossing in safety and that their wait
under the upturned 'James Caird' was ended.  Curiously enough, they did
not recognize Worsley, who had left them a hairy, dirty ruffian and had
returned his spruce and shaven self.  They thought he was one of the
whalers. When one of them asked why no member of the party had come
round with the relief, Worsley said, "What do you mean?" "We thought
the Boss or one of the others would come round," they explained.
"What's the matter with you?" said Worsley.  Then it suddenly dawned
upon them that they were talking to the man who had been their close
companion for a year and a half. Within a few minutes the whalers had
moved our bits of gear into their boat.  They towed off the 'James
Caird' and hoisted her to the deck of their ship.  Then they started on
the return voyage.  Just at dusk on Monday afternoon they entered
Stromness Bay, where the men of the whaling-station mustered on the
beach to receive the rescued party and to examine with professional
interest the boat we had navigated across 800 miles of the stormy ocean
they knew so well.

When I look back at those days I have no doubt that Providence guided
us, not only across those snowfields, but across the storm-white sea
that separated Elephant Island from our landing-place on South Georgia.
I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over
the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me
often that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on
the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, "Boss, I had a curious
feeling on the march that there was another person with us."  Crean
confessed to the same idea.  One feels "the dearth of human words, the
roughness of mortal speech" in trying to describe things intangible,
but a record of our journeys would be incomplete without a reference to
a subject very near to our hearts.



CHAPTER XI

THE RESCUE


Our first night at the whaling-station was blissful.  Crean and I
shared a beautiful room in Mr. Sorlle's house, with electric light and
two beds, warm and soft.  We were so comfortable that we were unable to
sleep.  Late at night a steward brought us tea, bread and butter and
cakes, and we lay in bed, revelling in the luxury of it all.  Outside a
dense snow-storm, which started two hours after our arrival and lasted
until the following day, was swirling and driving about the mountain-
slopes.  We were thankful indeed that we had made a place of safety,
for it would have gone hard with us if we had been out on the mountains
that night.  Deep snow lay everywhere when we got up the following
morning.

After breakfast Mr. Sorlle took us round to Husvik in a motor-launch.
We were listening avidly to his account of the war and of all that had
happened while we were out of the world of men. We were like men arisen
from the dead to a world gone mad.  Our minds accustomed themselves
gradually to the tales of nations in arms, of deathless courage and
unimagined slaughter, of a world-conflict that had grown beyond all
conceptions, of vast red battlefields in grimmest contrast with the
frigid whiteness we had left behind us.  The reader may not realize
quite how difficult it was for us to envisage nearly two years of the
most stupendous war of history.  The locking of the armies in the
trenches, the sinking of the 'Lusitania', the murder of Nurse Cavell,
the use of poison-gas and liquid fire, the submarine warfare, the
Gallipoli campaign, the hundred other incidents of the war, almost
stunned us at first, and then our minds began to compass the train of
events and develop a perspective.  I suppose our experience was unique.
No other civilized men could have been as blankly ignorant of world-
shaking happenings as we were when we reached Stromness Whaling Station.

I heard the first rumour of the 'Aurora's' misadventures in the Ross
Sea from Mr. Sorlle.  Our host could tell me very little.  He had been
informed that the 'Aurora' had broken away from winter quarters in
McMurdo Sound and reached New Zealand after a long drift, and that
there was no news of the shore party.  His information was indefinite
as to details, and I had to wait until I reached the Falkland Islands
some time later before getting a definite report concerning the
'Aurora'.  The rumour that had reached South Georgia, however, made it
more than ever important that I should bring out the rest of the
Weddell Sea party quickly, so as to free myself for whatever effort was
required on the Ross Sea side.

When we reached Husvik that Sunday morning we were warmly greeted by
the magistrate (Mr. Bernsten), whom I knew of old, and the other
members of the little community.  Moored in the harbour was one of the
largest of the whalers, the 'Southern Sky', owned by an English company
but now laid up for the winter.  I had no means of getting into
communication with the owners without dangerous delay, and on my
accepting all responsibility Mr. Bernsten made arrangements for me to
take this ship down to Elephant Island. I wrote out an agreement with
Lloyd's for the insurance of the ship. Captain Thom, an old friend of
the Expedition, happened to be in Husvik with his ship, the 'Orwell',
loading oil for use in Britain's munition works, and he at once
volunteered to come with us in any capacity.  I asked him to come as
captain of the 'Southern Sky'. There was no difficulty about getting
a crew.  The whalers were eager to assist in the rescue of men in
distress.  They started work that Sunday to prepare and stow the ship.
Parts of the engines were ashore, but willing hands made light labour.
I purchased from the station stores all the stores and equipment
required, including special comforts for the men we hoped to rescue,
and by Tuesday morning the 'Southern Sky' was ready to sail. I feel it
is my duty as well as my pleasure to thank here the Norwegian whalers
of South Georgia for the sympathetic hands they stretched out to us in
our need.  Among memories of kindness received in many lands sundered
by the seas, the recollection of the hospitality and help given to me
in South Georgia ranks high. There is a brotherhood of the sea.  The
men who go  down to the sea in ships, serving and suffering, fighting
their endless battle against the caprice of wind and ocean, bring into
their own horizons the perils and troubles of their brother sailormen.

The 'Southern Sky' was ready on Tuesday morning, and at nine o'clock
we steamed out of the bay, while the whistles of the whaling-station
sounded a friendly farewell.  We had forgathered aboard Captain Thom's
ship on the Monday night with several whaling captains who were
bringing up their sons to their own profession.  They were "old
stagers" with faces lined and seamed by the storms of half a century,
and they were even more interested in the story of our voyage from
Elephant Island than the younger generation was.  They congratulated us
on having accomplished a remarkable boat journey.  I do not wish to
belittle our success with the pride that apes humility.  Under
Providence we had overcome great difficulties and dangers, and it was
pleasant to tell the tale to men who knew those sullen and treacherous
southern seas.

McCarthy, McNeish, and Vincent had been landed on the Monday
afternoon.  They were already showing some signs of increasing strength
under a regime of warm quarters and abundant food. The carpenter looked
woefully thin after he had emerged from a bath. He must have worn a lot
of clothes when he landed from the boat, and I did not realize how he
had wasted till I saw him washed and changed. He was a man over fifty
years of age, and the strain had told upon him more than upon the rest
of us.  The rescue came just in time for him.

The early part of the voyage down to Elephant Island in the Southern
Sky was uneventful.  At noon on Tuesday, May 23, we were at sea and
steaming at ten knots on a south-westerly course.  We made good
progress, but the temperature fell very low, and the signs gave me some
cause for anxiety as to the probability of encountering ice.  On the
third night out the sea seemed to grow silent.  I looked over the side
and saw a thin film of ice.  The sea was freezing around us and the ice
gradually grew thicker, reducing our speed to about five knots.  Then
lumps of old pack began to appear among the new ice.  I realized that
an advance through pack-ice was out of the question. The 'Southern Sky'
was a steel-built steamer, and her structure, while strong to resist
the waves, would not endure the blows of masses of ice.  So I took the
ship north, and at daylight on Friday we got clear of the pancake-ice.
We skirted westward, awaiting favourable conditions.  The morning of
the 28th was dull and overcast, with little wind.  Again the ship's
head was turned to the south-west, but at 3 p.m. a definite line of
pack showed up on the horizon.  We were about 70 miles from Elephant
Island, but there was no possibility of taking the steamer through the
ice that barred the way.  North-west again we turned.  We were directly
north of the island on the following day, and I made another move
south.  Heavy pack formed an impenetrable barrier.

To admit failure at this stage was hard, but the facts had to be
faced.  The 'Southern Sky' could not enter ice of even moderate
thickness.  The season was late, and we could not be sure that the ice
would open for many months, though my opinion was that the pack would
not become fast in that quarter even in the winter, owing to the strong
winds and currents.  The 'Southern Sky' could carry coal for ten days
only, and we had been out six days.  We were 500 miles from the
Falkland Islands and about 600 miles from South Georgia.  So I
determined that, since we could not wait about for an opening, I would
proceed to the Falklands, get a more suitable vessel either locally or
from England, and make a second attempt to reach Elephant Island from
that point.

We encountered very bad weather on the way up, but in the early
afternoon of May 31 we arrived at Port Stanley, where the cable
provided a link with the outer world.  The harbour-master came out to
meet us, and after we had dropped anchor I went ashore and met the
Governor, Mr. Douglas Young.  He offered me his assistance at once. He
telephoned to Mr. Harding, the manager of the Falkland Islands station,
and I learned, to my keen regret, that no ship of the type required was
available at the islands.  That evening I cabled to London a message to
His Majesty the King, the first account of the loss of the 'Endurance'
and the subsequent adventures of the Expedition.  The next day I
received the following message from the King:


"Rejoice to hear of your safe arrival in the Falkland Islands and
trust your comrades on Elephant Island may soon be rescued.

                                                    "GEORGE R.I."


The events of the days that followed our arrival at the Falkland
Islands I will not attempt to describe in detail.  My mind was bent
upon the rescue of the party on Elephant Island at the earliest
possible moment.  Winter was advancing, and I was fully conscious that
the lives of some of my comrades might be the price of unnecessary
delay.  A proposal had been made to send a relief ship from England,
but she could not reach the southern seas for many weeks.  In the
meantime I got into communication with the Governments of the South
American Republics by wireless and cable and asked if they had any
suitable ship I could use for a rescue.  I wanted a wooden ship capable
of pushing into loose ice, with fair speed and a reasonable coal
capacity.  Messages of congratulation and goodwill were reaching me
from all parts of the world, and the kindness of hundreds of friends in
many lands was a very real comfort in a time of anxiety and stress.

The British Admiralty informed me that no suitable vessel was
available in England and that no relief could be expected before
October.  I replied that October would be too late.  Then the British
Minister in Montevideo telegraphed me regarding a trawler named
'Instituto de Pesca No. 1', belonging to the Uruguayan Government. She
was a stout little vessel, and the Government had generously offered to
equip her with coal, provisions, clothing, etc., and send her across to
the Falkland Islands for me to take down to Elephant Island.  I
accepted this offer gladly, and the trawler was in Port Stanley on June
10.  We started south at once.

The weather was bad but the trawler made good progress, steaming
steadily at about six knots, and in the bright, clear dawn of the third
day we sighted the peaks of Elephant Island.  Hope ran high; but our
ancient enemy the pack was lying in wait, and within twenty miles of
the island the trawler was stopped by an impenetrable barrier of ice.
The pack lay in the form of a crescent, with a horn to the west of the
ship stretching north. Steaming north-east, we reached another horn and
saw that the pack, heavy and dense, then trended away to the east.  We
made an attempt to push into the ice, but it was so heavy that the
trawler was held up at once and began to grind in the small thick
floes, so we cautiously backed out.  The propeller, going slowly, was
not damaged, though any moment I feared we might strip the blades.  The
island lay on our starboard quarter, but there was no possibility of
approaching it.  The Uruguayan engineer reported to me that he had
three days' coal left, and I had to give the order to turn back.  A
screen of fog hid the lower slopes of the island, and the men watching
from the camp on the beach could not have seen the ship.  Northward we
steamed again, with the engines knocking badly, and after encountering
a new gale, made Port Stanley with the bunkers nearly empty and the
engines almost broken down. H.M.S. 'Glasgow' was in the port, and the
British sailors gave us a hearty welcome as we steamed in.

The Uruguayan Government offered to send the trawler to Punta Arenas
and have her dry-docked there and made ready for another effort.  One
of the troubles on the voyage was that according to estimate the
trawler could do ten knots on six tons of coal a day, which would have
given us a good margin to allow for lying off the ice; but in reality,
owing to the fact that she had not been in dock for a year, she only
developed a speed of six knots on a consumption of ten tons a day.
Time was precious and these preparations would have taken too long.  I
thanked the Government then for its very generous offer, and I want to
say now that the kindness of the Uruguayans at this time earned my
warmest gratitude. I ought to mention also the assistance given me by
Lieut. Ryan, a Naval Reserve officer who navigated the trawler to the
Falklands and came south on the attempt at relief. The 'Instituto de
Pesca' went off to Montevideo and I looked around for another ship.

A British mail-boat, the 'Orita' called at Port Stanley opportunely,
and I boarded her with Worsley and Crean and crossed to Punta Arenas in
the Magellan Straits.  The reception we received there was heartening.
The members of the British Association of Magellanes took us to their
hearts.  Mr. Allan McDonald was especially prominent in his untiring
efforts to assist in the rescue of our twenty-two companions on
Elephant Island.  He worked day and night, and it was mainly due to him
that within three days they had raised a sum of 1500 amongst
themselves, chartered the schooner 'Emma' and equipped her for our use.
She was a forty-year-old oak schooner, strong and seaworthy, with an
auxiliary oil-engine.

Out of the complement of ten men all told who were manning the ship,
there were eight different nationalities; but they were all good
fellows and understood perfectly what was wanted.  The Chilian
Government lent us a small steamer, the 'Yelcho', to tow us part of the
way.  She could not touch ice, though, as she was built of steel.
However, on July 12 we passed her our tow-rope and proceeded on our
way.  In bad weather we anchored next day, and although the wind
increased to a gale I could delay no longer, so we hove up anchor in
the early morning of the 14th. The strain on the tow-rope was too
great.  With the crack of a gun the rope broke.  Next day the gale
continued, and I will quote from the log of the 'Emma', which Worsley
kept as navigating officer.

"9 a.m.--Fresh, increasing gale; very rough, lumpy sea. 10 a.m.--Tow-
rope parted. 12 noon.  Similar weather. 1 p.m.--Tow-rope parted again.
Set foresail and forestay-sail and steered south-east by south. 3 p.m.--
'Yelcho' hailed us and said that the ship's bilges were full of water
(so were our decks) and they were short of coal. Sir Ernest told them
that they could return to harbour. After this the 'Yelcho' steamed into
San Sebastian Bay."

After three days of continuous bad weather we were left alone to
attempt once more to rescue the twenty-two men on Elephant Island, for
whom by this time I entertained very grave fears.

At dawn of Friday, July 21, we were within a hundred miles of the
island, and we encountered the ice in the half-light. I waited for the
full day and then tried to push through.  The little craft was tossing
in the heavy swell, and before she had been in the pack for ten minutes
she came down on a cake of ice and broke the bobstay. Then the water-
inlet of the motor choked with ice.  The schooner was tossing like a
cork in the swell, and I saw after a few bumps that she was actually
lighter than the fragments of ice around her. Progress under such
conditions was out of the question.  I worked the schooner out of the
pack and stood to the east.  I ran her through a line of pack towards
the south that night, but was forced to turn to the north-east, for the
ice trended in that direction as far as I could see.  We hove to for
the night, which was now sixteen hours long.  The winter was well
advanced and the weather conditions were thoroughly bad.  The ice to
the southward was moving north rapidly. The motor-engine had broken
down and we were entirely dependent on the sails.  We managed to make a
little southing during the next day, but noon found us 108 miles from
the island.  That night we lay off the ice in a gale, hove to, and
morning found the schooner iced up. The ropes, cased in frozen spray,
were as thick as a man's arm, and if the wind had increased much we
would have had to cut away the sails, since there was no possibility of
lowering them. Some members of the scratch crew were played out by the
cold and the violent tossing.  The schooner was about seventy feet
long, and she responded to the motions of the storm-racked sea in a
manner that might have disconcerted the most seasoned sailors.

I took the schooner south at every chance, but always the line of ice
blocked the way.  The engineer, who happened to be an American, did
things to the engines occasionally, but he could not keep them running,
and, the persistent south winds were dead ahead.  It was hard to turn
back a third time, but I realized we could not reach the island under
those conditions, and we must turn north in order to clear the ship of
heavy masses of ice.  So we set a northerly course, and after a
tempestuous passage reached Port Stanley once more.  This was the third
reverse, but I did not abandon my belief that the ice would not remain
fast around Elephant Island during the winter, whatever the arm-chair
experts at home might say.  We reached Port Stanley in the schooner on
August 8, and I learned there that the ship Discovery was to leave
England at once and would be at the Falkland Islands about the middle
of September. My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at
Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks.  The street of
that port is about a mile and a half long.  It has the slaughter-house
at one end and the graveyard at the other.  The chief distraction is to
walk from the slaughter-house to the graveyard.  For a change one may
walk from the graveyard to the slaughter-house.  Ellaline Terriss was
born at Port Stanley--a fact not forgotten by the residents, but she
has not lived there much since.  I could not content myself to wait for
six or seven weeks, knowing that six hundred miles away my comrades
were in dire need.  I asked the Chilian Government to send the
'Yelcho', the steamer that had towed us before, to take the schooner
across to Punta Arenas, and they consented promptly, as they had done
to every other request of mine.  So in a north-west gale we went
across, narrowly escaping disaster on the way, and reached Punta Arenas
on August 14.

There was no suitable ship to be obtained.  The weather was showing
some signs of improvement, and I begged the Chilian Government to let
me have the 'Yelcho' for a last attempt to reach the island. She was a
small steel-built steamer, quite unsuitable for work in the pack, but I
promised that I would not touch the ice.  The Government was willing to
give me another chance, and on August 25 I started south on the fourth
attempt at relief.  This time Providence favoured us. The little
steamer made a quick run down in comparatively fine weather, and I
found as we neared Elephant Island that the ice was open.  A southerly
gale had sent it northward temporarily, and the 'Yelcho' had her chance
to slip through.  We approached the island in a thick fog.  I did not
dare to wait for this to clear, and at 10 a.m. on August 30 we passed
some stranded bergs.  Then we saw the sea breaking on a reef, and I
knew that we were just outside the island. It was an anxious moment,
for we had still to locate the camp and the pack could not be trusted
to allow time for a prolonged search in thick weather; but presently
the fog lifted and revealed the cliffs and glaciers of Elephant Island.
I proceeded to the east, and at 11.40 a.m. Worsley's keen eyes detected
the camp, almost invisible under its covering of snow. The men ashore
saw us at the same time, and we saw tiny black figures hurry to the
beach and wave signals to us.  We were about a mile and a half away
from the camp.  I turned the 'Yelcho' in, and within half an hour
reached the beach with Crean and some of the Chilian sailors. I saw a
little figure on a surf-beaten rock and recognized Wild. As I came
nearer I called out, "Are you all well?" and he answered, "We are all
well, boss," and then I heard three cheers.  As I drew close to the
rock I flung packets of cigarettes ashore; they fell on them like
hungry tigers, for well I knew that for months tobacco was dreamed of
and talked of.  Some of the hands were in a rather bad way, but Wild
had held the party together and kept hope alive in their hearts.  There
was no time then to exchange news or congratulations.  I did not even
go up the beach to see the camp, which Wild assured me had been much
improved.  A heavy sea was running and a change of wind might bring the
ice back at any time.  I hurried the party aboard with all possible
speed, taking also the records of the Expedition and essential portions
of equipment.  Everybody was aboard the 'Yelcho' within an hour, and we
steamed north at the little steamer's best speed.  The ice was open
still, and nothing worse than an expanse of stormy ocean separated us
from the South American coast.

During the run up to Punta Arenas I heard Wild's story, and blessed
again the cheerfulness and resource that had served the party so well
during four and a half months of privation.  The twenty-two men on
Elephant Island were just at the end of their resources when the
'Yelcho' reached them.  Wild had husbanded the scanty stock of food as
far as possible and had fought off the devils of despondency and
despair on that little sand-spit, where the party had a precarious
foothold between the grim ice-fields and the treacherous, ice-strewn
sea.  The pack had opened occasionally, but much of the time the way to
the north had been barred.  The 'Yelcho' had arrived at the right
moment. Two days earlier she could not have reached the island, and a
few hours later the pack may have been impenetrable again.  Wild had
reckoned that help would come in August, and every morning he had
packed his kit, in cheerful anticipation that proved infectious, as I
have no doubt it was meant to be.  One of the party to whom I had said
"Well, you all were packed up ready," replied, "You see, boss, Wild
never gave up hope, and whenever the sea was at all clear of ice he
rolled up his sleeping-bag and said to all hands, 'Roll up your
sleeping-bags, boys; the boss may come to-day.'" And so it came to
pass that we suddenly came out of the fog, and, from a black outlook,
in an hour all were in safety homeward bound.  The food was eked out
with seal and penguin meat, limpets, and seaweed.  Seals had been
scarce, but the supply of penguins had held out fairly well during the
first three months.  The men were down to the last Bovril ration, the
only form of hot drink they had, and had scarcely four days' food in
hand at the time of the rescue.  The camp was in constant danger of
being buried by the snow, which drifted heavily from the heights
behind, and the men moved the accumulations with what implements they
could provide.  There was danger that the camp would become completely
invisible from the sea, so that a rescue party might look for it in
vain.

"It had been arranged that a gun should be fired from the relief ship
when she got near the island," said Wild.  "Many times when the
glaciers were 'calving,' and chunks fell off with a report like a gun,
we thought that it was the real thing, and after a time we got to
distrust these signals.  As a matter of fact, we saw the 'Yelcho'
before we heard any gun.  It was an occasion one will not easily
forget.  We were just assembling for lunch to the call of 'Lunch O!'
and I was serving out the soup, which was particularly good that day,
consisting of boiled seal's backbone, limpets, and seaweed, when there
was another hail from Marston of 'Ship O!' Some of the men thought it
was 'Lunch O!' over again, but when there was another yell from Marston
lunch had no further attractions. The ship was about a mile and a half
away and steaming past us. A smoke-signal was the agreed sign from the
shore, and, catching up somebody's coat that was lying about, I struck
a pick into a tin of kerosene kept for the purpose, poured it over the
coat, and set it alight.  It flared instead of smoking; but that didn't
matter, for you had already recognized the spot where you had left us
and the 'Yelcho' was turning in."

We encountered bad weather on the way back to Punta Arenas, and the
little 'Yelcho' laboured heavily; but she had light hearts aboard.  We
entered the Straits of Magellan on September 3 and reached Rio Secco at
8 a.m.  I went ashore, found a telephone, and told the Governor and my
friends at Punta Arenas that the men were safe.  Two hours later we
were at Punta Arenas, where we were given a welcome none of us is
likely to forget.  The Chilian people were no less enthusiastic than
the British residents.  The police had been instructed to spread the
news that the 'Yelcho' was coming with the rescued men, and lest the
message should fail to reach some people, the fire-alarm had been rung.
The whole populace appeared to be in the streets.  It was a great
reception, and with the strain of long, anxious months lifted at last,
we were in a mood to enjoy it.

The next few weeks were crowded ones, but I will not attempt here to
record their history in detail.  I received congratulations and
messages of friendship and good cheer from all over the world, and my
heart went out to the good people who had remembered my men and myself
in the press of terrible events on the battlefields.  The Chilian
Government placed the 'Yelcho' at my disposal to take the men up to
Valparaiso and Santiago.  We reached Valparaiso on September 27.
Everything that could swim in the way of a boat was out to meet us, the
crews of Chilian warships were lined up, and at least thirty thousand
thronged the streets.  I lectured in Santiago on the following evening
for the British Red Cross and a Chilian naval charity.  The Chilian
flag and the Union Jack were draped together, the band played the
Chilian national anthem, "God Save the King," and the "Marseillaise,"
and the Chilian Minister for Foreign Affairs spoke from the platform
and pinned an Order on my coat.  I saw the President and thanked him
for the help that he had given a British expedition.  His Government
had spent 4000 on coal alone.  In reply he recalled the part that
British sailors had taken in the making of the Chilian Navy.

The Chilian Railway Department provided a special train to take us
across the Andes, and I proceeded to Montevideo in order to thank
personally the President and Government of Uruguay for the help they
had given generously in the earlier relief voyages.  We were
entertained royally at various spots en route.  We went also to Buenos
Ayres on a brief call.  Then we crossed the Andes again. I had made
arrangements by this time for the men and the staff to go to England.
All hands were keen to take their places in the Empire's fighting
forces.  My own immediate task was the relief of the marooned Ross Sea
party, for news had come to me of the 'Aurora's' long drift in the Ross
Sea and of her return in a damaged condition to New Zealand.  Worsley
was to come with me.  We hurried northwards via Panama, steamship and
train companies giving us everywhere the most cordial and generous
assistance, and caught at San Francisco a steamer that would get us to
New Zealand at the end of November. I had been informed that the New
Zealand Government was making arrangements for the relief of the Ross
Sea party, but my information was incomplete, and I was very anxious to
be on the spot myself as quickly as possible.



CHAPTER XII

ELEPHANT ISLAND


The twenty-two men who had been left behind on Elephant Island were
under the command of Wild, in whom I had absolute confidence, and the
account of their experiences during the long four and a half months'
wait while I was trying to get help to them, I have secured from their
various diaries, supplemented by details which I obtained in
conversation on the voyage back to civilization.

The first consideration, which was even more important than that of
food, was to provide shelter.  The semi-starvation during the drift on
the ice-floe, added to the exposure in the boats, and the inclemencies
of the weather encountered after our landing on Elephant Island, had
left its mark on a good many of them. Rickenson, who bore up gamely to
the last, collapsed from heart-failure. Blackborrow and Hudson could
not move.  All were frost-bitten in varying degrees and their clothes,
which had been worn continuously for six months, were much the worse
for wear.  The blizzard which sprang up the day that we landed at Cape
Wild lasted for a fortnight, often blowing at the rate of seventy to
ninety miles an hour, and occasionally reaching even higher figures.
The tents which had lasted so well and endured so much were torn to
ribbons, with the exception of the square tent occupied by Hurley,
James, and Hudson.  Sleeping-bags and clothes were wringing wet, and
the physical discomforts were tending to produce acute mental
depression.  The two remaining boats had been turned upside down with
one gunwale resting on the snow, and the other raised about two feet on
rocks and cases, and under these the sailors and some of the
scientists, with the two invalids, Rickenson and Blackborrow, found
head-cover at least.  Shelter from the weather and warmth to dry their
clothes was imperative, so Wild hastened the excavation of the ice-cave
in the slope which had been started before I left.

The high temperature, however, caused a continuous stream of water to
drip from the roof and sides of the ice-cave, and as with twenty-two
men living in it the temperature would be practically always above
freezing, there would have been no hope of dry quarters for them there.
Under the direction of Wild they, therefore, collected some big flat
stones, having in many cases to dig down under the snow which was
covering the beach, and with these they erected two substantial walls
four feet high and nineteen feet apart.

"We are all ridiculously weak, and this part of the work was
exceedingly laborious and took us more than twice as long as it would
have done had we been in normal health.  Stones that we could easily
have lifted at other times we found quite beyond our capacity, and it
needed two or three of us to carry some that would otherwise have been
one man's load.  Our difficulties were added to by the fact that most
of the more suitable stones lay at the farther end of the spit, some
one hundred and fifty yards away.  Our weakness is best compared with
that which one experiences on getting up from a long illness; one
'feels' well, but physically enervated.

"The site chosen for the hut was the spot where the stove had been
originally erected on the night of our arrival.  It lay between two
large boulders, which, if they would not actually form the walls of the
hut, would at least provide a valuable protection from the wind.
Further protection was provided to the north by a hill called Penguin
Hill at the end of the spit.  As soon as the walls were completed and
squared off, the two boats were laid upside down on them side by side.
The exact adjustment of the boats took some time, but was of paramount
importance if our structure was to be the permanent affair that we
hoped it would be.  Once in place they were securely chocked up and
lashed down to the rocks.  The few pieces of wood that we had were laid
across from keel to keel, and over this the material of one of the torn
tents was spread and secured with guys to the rocks.  The walls were
ingeniously contrived and fixed up by Marston.  First he cut the now
useless tents into suitable lengths; then he cut the legs of a pair of
seaboots into narrow strips, and using these in much the same way that
the leather binding is put round the edge of upholstered chairs, he
nailed the tent-cloth all round the insides of the outer gunwales of
the two boats in such a way that it hung down like a valance to the
ground, where it was secured with spars and oars.  A couple of
overlapping blankets made the door, superseded later by a sack-mouth
door cut from one of the tents.  This consisted of a sort of tube of
canvas sewn on to the tent-cloth, through which the men crawled in or
out, tying it up as one would the mouth of a sack as soon as the man
had passed through.  It is certainly the most convenient and efficient
door for these conditions that has ever been invented.

"Whilst the side walls of the hut were being fixed, others proceeded
to fill the interstices between the stones of the end walls with snow.
As this was very powdery and would not bind well, we eventually had to
supplement it with the only spare blanket and an overcoat.  All this
work was very hard on our frost-bitten fingers, and materials were very
limited.

"At last all was completed and we were invited to bring in our sodden
bags, which had been lying out in the drizzling rain for several hours;
for the tents and boats that had previously sheltered them had all been
requisitioned to form our new residence.

"We took our places under Wild's direction.  There was no squabbling
for best places, but it was noticeable that there was something in the
nature of a rush for the billets up on the thwarts of the boats.

"Rickenson, who was still very weak and ill, but very cheery, obtained
a place in the boat directly above the stove, and the sailors having
lived under the 'Stancomb Wills' for a few days while she was upside
down on the beach, tacitly claimed it as their own, and flocked up on
to its thwarts as one man.  There was one 'upstair' billet left in this
boat, which Wild offered to Hussey and Lees simultaneously, saying that
the first man that got his bag up could have the billet.  Whilst Lees
was calculating the pros and cons Hussey got his bag, and had it up
just as Lees had determined that the pros had it.  There were now four
men up on the thwarts of the 'Dudley Docker', and the five sailors and
Hussey on those of the 'Stancomb Wills', the remainder disposing
themselves on the floor."

The floor was at first covered with snow and ice, frozen in amongst
the pebbles.  This was cleared out, and the remainder of the tents
spread out over the stones.  Within the shelter of these cramped but
comparatively palatial quarters cheerfulness once more reigned amongst
the party.  The blizzard, however, soon discovered the flaws in the
architecture of their hut, and the fine drift-snow forced its way
through the crevices between the stones forming the end walls. Jaeger
sleeping-bags and coats were spread over the outside of these walls,
packed over with snow and securely frozen up, effectively keeping out
this drift.

At first all the cooking was done outside under the lee of some rocks,
further protection being provided by a wall of provision-cases. There
were two blubber-stoves made from old oil-drums, and one day, when the
blizzard was unusually severe, an attempt was made to cook the meals
inside the hut.  There being no means of escape for the pungent blubber-
smoke, the inmates had rather a bad time, some being affected with a
form of smoke-blindness similar to snow-blindness, very painful and
requiring medical attention.

A chimney was soon fitted, made by Kerr out of the tin lining of one
of the biscuit-cases, and passed through a close-fitting tin grummet
sewn into the canvas of the roof just between the keels of the two
boats, and the smoke nuisance was soon a thing of the past. Later on,
another old oil-drum was made to surround this chimney, so that two
pots could be cooked at once on the one stove.  Those whose billets
were near the stove suffered from the effects of the local thaw caused
by its heat, but they were repaid by being able to warm up portions of
steak and hooshes left over from previous meals, and even to warm up
those of the less fortunate ones, for a consideration. This consisted
generally of part of the hoosh or one or two pieces of sugar.

The cook and his assistant, which latter job was taken by each man in
turn, were called about 7 a.m., and breakfast was generally ready by
about 10 a.m.

Provision-cases were then arranged in a wide circle round the stove,
and those who were fortunate enough to be next to it could dry their
gear.  So that all should benefit equally by this, a sort of "General
Post" was carried out, each man occupying his place at meal-times for
one day only, moving up one the succeeding day. In this way eventually
every man managed to dry his clothes, and life began to assume a much
brighter aspect.

The great trouble in the hut was the absence of light.  The canvas
walls were covered with blubber-soot, and with the snowdrifts
accumulating round the hut its inhabitants were living in a state of
perpetual night.  Lamps were fashioned out of sardine-tins, with bits
of surgical bandage for wicks; but as the oil consisted of seal-oil
rendered down from the blubber, the remaining fibrous tissue being
issued very sparingly at lunch, by the by, and being considered a great
delicacy, they were more a means of conserving the scanty store of
matches than of serving as illuminants.

Wild was the first to overcome this difficulty by sewing into the
canvas wall the glass lid of a chronometer box.  Later on three other
windows were added, the material in this case being some celluloid
panels from a photograph case of mine which I had left behind in a bag.
This enabled the occupants of the floor billets who were near enough to
read and sew, which relieved the monotony of the situation considerably.

"Our reading material consisted at this time of two books of poetry,
one book of 'Nordenskjold's Expedition,' one or two torn volumes of the
'Encyclopaedia Britannica,' and a penny cookery book, owned by Marston.
Our clothes, though never presentable, as they bore the scars of nearly
ten months of rough usage, had to be continually patched to keep them
together at all."

As the floor of the hut had been raised by the addition of loads of
clean pebbles, from which most of the snow had been removed, during the
cold weather it was kept comparatively dry.  When, however, the
temperature rose to just above freezing-point, as occasionally
happened, the hut became the drainage-pool of all the surrounding
hills.  Wild was the first to notice it by remarking one morning that
his sleeping-bag was practically afloat. Other men examined theirs with
a like result, so baling operations commenced forthwith.  Stones were
removed from the floor and a large hole dug, and in its gloomy depths
the water could be seen rapidly rising.  Using a saucepan for a baler,
they baled out over 100 gallons of dirty water.  The next day 150
gallons were removed, the men taking it in turns to bale at intervals
during the night; 160 more gallons were baled out during the next
twenty-four hours, till one man rather pathetically remarked in his
diary, "This is what nice, mild, high temperatures mean to us: no
wonder we prefer the cold."  Eventually, by removing a portion of one
wall a long channel was dug nearly down to the sea, completely solving
the problem.  Additional precautions were taken by digging away the
snow which surrounded the hut after each blizzard, sometimes entirely
obscuring it.

A huge glacier across the bay behind the hut nearly put an end to the
party.  Enormous blocks of ice weighing many tons would break off and
fall into the sea, the disturbance thus caused giving rise to great
waves.  One day Marston was outside the hut digging up the frozen seal
for lunch with a pick, when a noise "like an artillery barrage"
startled him.  Looking up he saw that one of these tremendous waves,
over thirty feet high, was advancing rapidly across the bay,
threatening to sweep hut and inhabitants into the sea.  A hastily
shouted warning brought the men tumbling out, but fortunately the loose
ice which filled the bay damped the wave down so much that, though it
flowed right under the hut, nothing was carried away.  It was a narrow
escape, though, as had they been washed into the sea nothing could have
saved them.

Although they themselves gradually became accustomed to the darkness
and the dirt, some entries in their diaries show that occasionally they
could realize the conditions under which they were living.

"The hut grows more grimy every day.  Everything is a sooty black. We
have arrived at the limit where further increments from the smoking
stove, blubber-lamps, and cooking-gear are unnoticed. It is at least
comforting to feel that we can become no filthier. Our shingle floor
will scarcely bear examination by strong light without causing even us
to shudder and express our disapprobation at its state.  Oil mixed with
reindeer hair, bits of meat, sennegrass, and penguin feathers form a
conglomeration which cements the stones together.  From time to time we
have a spring cleaning, but a fresh supply of flooring material is not
always available, as all the shingle is frozen up and buried by deep
rifts. Such is our Home Sweet Home."

"All joints are aching through being compelled to lie on the hard,
rubbly floor which forms our bedsteads."

Again, later on, one writes: "Now that Wild's window allows a shaft of
light to enter our hut, one can begin to 'see' things inside.
Previously one relied upon one's sense of touch, assisted by the
remarks from those whose faces were inadvertently trodden on, to guide
one to the door.  Looking down in the semi-darkness to the far end, one
observes two very small smoky flares that dimly illuminate a row of
five, endeavouring to make time pass by reading or argument. These are
Macklin, Kerr, Wordie, Hudson, and Blackborrow--the last two being
invalids.

"The centre of the hut is filled with the cases which do duty for the
cook's bed, the meat and blubber boxes, and a mummified-looking object,
which is Lees in his sleeping-bag.  The near end of the floor space is
taken up with the stove, with Wild and McIlroy on one side, and Hurley
and James on the other.  Marston occupies a hammock most of the night--
and day--which is slung across the entrance.  As he is large and the
entrance very small, he invariably gets bumped by those passing in and
out.  His vocabulary at such times is interesting.

"In the attic, formed by the two upturned boats, live ten unkempt and
careless lodgers, who drop boots, mitts, and other articles of apparel
on to the men below.  Reindeer hairs rain down incessantly day and
night, with every movement that they make in their moulting bags.
These, with penguin feathers and a little grit from the floor,
occasionally savour the hooshes. Thank heaven man is an adaptable
brute!  If we dwell sufficiently long in this hut, we are likely to
alter our method of walking, for our ceiling, which is but four feet
six inches high at its highest part, compels us to walk bent double or
on all fours.

"Our doorway--Cheetham is just crawling in now, bringing a shower of
snow with him--was originally a tent entrance.  When one wishes to go
out, one unties the cord securing the door, and crawls or wriggles out,
at the same time exclaiming 'Thank goodness I'm in the open air!' This
should suffice to describe the atmosphere inside the hut, only pleasant
when charged with the overpowering yet appetizing smell of burning
penguin steaks.

"From all parts there dangles an odd collection of blubbery garments,
hung up to dry, through which one crawls, much as a chicken in an
incubator.  Our walls of tent-canvas admit as much light as might be
expected from a closed Venetian blind.  It is astonishing how we have
grown accustomed to inconveniences, and tolerate, at least, habits
which a little time back were regarded with repugnance. We have no
forks, but each man has a sheath-knife and a spoon, the latter in many
cases having been fashioned from a piece of box lid. The knife serves
many purposes.  With it we kill, skin, and cut up seals and penguins,
cut blubber into strips for the fire, very carefully scrape the snow
off our hut walls, and then after a perfunctory rub with an oily
penguin-skin, use it at meals.  We are as regardless of our grime and
dirt as is the Esquimaux.  We have been unable to wash since we left
the ship, nearly ten months ago. For one thing we have no soap or
towels, only bare necessities being brought with us; and, again, had we
possessed these articles, our supply of fuel would only permit us to
melt enough ice for drinking purposes.  Had one man washed, half a
dozen others would have had to go without a drink all day.  One cannot
suck ice to relieve the thirst, as at these low temperatures it cracks
the lips and blisters the tongue.  Still, we are all very cheerful."

During the whole of their stay on Elephant Island the weather was
described by Wild as "simply appalling."  Stranded as they were on a
narrow, sandy beach surrounded by high mountains, they saw little of
the scanty sunshine during the brief intervals of clear sky.  On most
days the air was full of snowdrift blown from the adjacent heights.
Elephant Island being practically on the outside edge of the pack, the
winds which passed over the relatively warm ocean before reaching it
clothed it in a "constant pall of fog and snow."

On April 25, the day after I left for South Georgia, the island was
beset by heavy pack-ice, with snow and a wet mist.  Next day was
calmer, but on the 27th, to quote one of the diaries, they experienced
"the most wretched weather conceivable.  Raining all night and day, and
blowing hard.  Wet to the skin."  The following day brought heavy fog
and sleet, and a continuance of the blizzard. April ended with a
terrific windstorm which nearly destroyed the hut. The one remaining
tent had to be dismantled, the pole taken down, and the inhabitants had
to lie flat all night under the icy canvas.  This lasted well into May,
and a typical May day is described as follows: "A day of terrific
winds, threatening to dislodge our shelter.  The wind is a succession
of hurricane gusts that sweep down the glacier immediately south-south-
west of us.  Each gust heralds its approach by a low rumbling which
increases to a thunderous roar.  Snow, stones, and gravel are flying
about, and any gear left unweighted by very heavy stones is carried
away to sea."

Heavy bales of sennegrass, and boxes of cooking-gear, were lifted
bodily in the air and carried away out of sight.  Once the wind carried
off the floor-cloth of a tent which six men were holding on to and
shaking the snow off.  These gusts often came with alarming suddenness;
and without any warning.  Hussey was outside in the blizzard digging up
the day's meat, which had frozen to the ground, when a gust caught him
and drove him down the spit towards the sea. Fortunately, when he
reached the softer sand and shingle below high-water mark, he managed
to stick his pick into the ground and hold on with both hands till the
squall had passed.

On one or two rare occasions they had fine, calm, clear days. The glow
of the dying sun on the mountains and glaciers filled even the most
materialistic of them with wonder and admiration. These days were
sometimes succeeded by calm, clear nights, when, but for the cold, they
would have stayed out on the sandy beach all night.

About the middle of May a terrific blizzard sprang up, blowing from
sixty to ninety miles an hour, and Wild entertained grave fears for
their hut.  One curious feature noted in this blizzard was the fact
that huge ice-sheets as big as window-panes, and about a quarter of an
inch thick, were being hurled about by the wind, making it as dangerous
to walk about outside as if one were in an avalanche of splintered
glass.  Still, these winds from the south and south-west, though
invariably accompanied by snow and low temperatures, were welcome in
that they drove the pack-ice away from the immediate vicinity of the
island, and so gave rise on each occasion to hopes of relief.  North-
east winds, on the other hand, by filling the bays with ice and
bringing thick misty weather, made it impossible to hope for any ship
to approach them.

Towards the end of May a period of dead calm set in, with ice closely
packed all round the island.  This gave place to north-east winds and
mist, and at the beginning of June came another south-west blizzard,
with cold driving snow.  "The blizzard increased to terrific gusts
during the night, causing us much anxiety for the safety of our hut.
There was little sleep, all being apprehensive of the canvas roof
ripping off, and the boats being blown out to sea."

Thus it continued, alternating between south-west blizzards, when they
were all confined to the hut, and north-east winds bringing cold, damp,
misty weather.

On June 25 a severe storm from north-west was recorded, accompanied by
strong winds and heavy seas, which encroached upon their little sandy
beach up to within four yards of their hut.

Towards the end of July and the beginning of August they had a few
fine, calm, clear days.  Occasional glimpses of the sun, with high
temperatures, were experienced, after south-west winds had blown all
the ice away, and the party, their spirits cheered by Wild's unfailing
optimism, again began to look eagerly for the rescue ship.

The first three attempts at their rescue unfortunately coincided with
the times when the island was beset with ice, and though on the second
occasion we approached close enough to fire a gun, in the hope that
they would hear the sound and know that we were safe and well, yet so
accustomed were they to the noise made by the calving of the adjacent
glacier that either they did not hear or the sound passed unnoticed.
On August 16 pack was observed on the horizon, and next day the bay was
filled with loose ice, which soon consolidated.  Soon afterwards huge
old floes and many bergs drifted in.  "The pack appears as dense as we
have ever seen it.  No open water is visible, and 'ice-blink' girdles
the horizon. The weather is wretched--a stagnant calm of air and ocean
alike, the latter obscured by dense pack through which no swell can
penetrate, and a wet mist hangs like a pall over land and sea. The
silence is oppressive.  There is nothing to do but to stay in one's
sleeping-bag, or else wander in the soft snow and become thoroughly
wet."  Fifteen inches of snow fell in the next twenty-four hours,
making over two feet between August 18 and 21.  A slight swell next day
from the north-east ground up the pack-ice, but this soon subsided, and
the pack became consolidated once more. On August 27 a strong west-
south-west wind sprang up and drove all this ice out of the bay, and
except for some stranded bergs left a clear ice-free sea through which
we finally made our way from Punta Arenas to Elephant Island.

As soon as I had left the island to get help for the rest of the
Expedition, Wild set all hands to collect as many seals and penguins as
possible, in case their stay was longer than was at first anticipated.
A sudden rise in temperature caused a whole lot to go bad and become
unfit for food, so while a fair reserve was kept in hand too much was
not accumulated.

At first the meals, consisting mostly of seal meat with one hot drink
per day, were cooked on a stove in the open.  The snow and wind,
besides making it very unpleasant for the cook, filled all the cooking-
pots with sand and grit, so during the winter the cooking was done
inside the hut.

A little Cerebos salt had been saved, and this was issued out at the
rate of three-quarters of an ounce per man per week.  Some of the
packets containing the salt had broken, so that all did not get the
full ration.  On the other hand, one man dropped his week's ration on
the floor of the hut, amongst the stones and dirt.  It was quickly
collected, and he found to his delight that he had enough now to last
him for three weeks.  Of course it was not ALL salt.  The hot drink
consisted at first of milk made from milk-powder up to about one-
quarter of its proper strength.  This was later on diluted still more,
and sometimes replaced by a drink made from a pea-soup-like packing
from the Bovril sledging rations.  For midwinter's day celebrations, a
mixture of one teaspoonful of methylated spirit in a pint of hot water,
flavoured with a little ginger and sugar, served to remind some of cock-
tails and Veuve Cliquot.

At breakfast each had a piece of seal or half a penguin breast.
Luncheon consisted of one biscuit on three days a week, nut-food on
Thursdays, bits of blubber, from which most of the oil had been
extracted for the lamps, on two days a week, and nothing on the
remaining day.  On this day breakfast consisted of a half-strength
sledging ration.  Supper was almost invariably seal and penguin, cut up
very finely and fried with a little seal blubber.

There were occasionally very welcome variations from this menu. Some
paddies--a little white bird not unlike a pigeon--were snared with a
loop of string, and fried, with one water-sodden biscuit, for lunch.
Enough barley and peas for one meal all round of each had been saved,
and when this was issued it was a day of great celebration. Sometimes,
by general consent, the luncheon biscuit would be saved, and, with the
next serving of biscuit, was crushed in a canvas bag into a powder and
boiled, with a little sugar, making a very satisfying pudding.  When
blubber was fairly plentiful there was always a saucepan of cold water,
made from melting down the pieces of ice which had broken off from the
glacier, fallen into the sea, and been washed ashore, for them to
quench their thirst in.  As the experience of Arctic explorers tended
to show that sea-water produced a form of dysentery, Wild was rather
diffident about using it. Penguin carcasses boiled in one part of sea-
water to four of fresh were a great success, though, and no ill-effects
were felt by anybody.

The ringed penguins migrated north the day after we landed at Cape
Wild, and though every effort was made to secure as large a stock of
meat and blubber as possible, by the end of the month the supply was so
low that only one hot meal a day could be served.  Twice the usual
number of penguin steaks were cooked at breakfast, and the ones
intended for supper were kept hot in the pots by wrapping up in coats,
etc.  "Clark put our saucepanful in his sleeping-bag to-day to keep it
hot, and it really was a great success in spite of the extra helping of
reindeer hairs that it contained.  In this way we can make ten penguin
skins do for one day."

Some who were fortunate enough to catch penguins with fairly large
undigested fish in their gullets used to warm these up in tins hung on
bits of wire round the stove.

"All the meat intended for hooshes is cut up inside the hut, as it is
too cold outside.  As the boards which we use for the purpose are also
used for cutting up tobacco, when we still have it, a definite flavour
is sometimes imparted to the hoosh, which, if anything, improves it."

Their diet was now practically all meat, and not too much of that, and
all the diaries bear witness to their craving for carbohydrates, such
as flour, oatmeal, etc.  One man longingly speaks of the cabbages which
grow on Kerguelen Island.  By June 18 there were only nine hundred
lumps of sugar left, i.e., just over forty pieces each. Even my readers
know what shortage of sugar means at this very date, but from a
different cause.  Under these circumstances it is not surprising that
all their thoughts and conversation should turn to food, past and
future banquets, and second helpings that had been once refused.

A census was taken, each man being asked to state just what he would
like to eat at that moment if he were allowed to have anything that he
wanted.  All, with but one exception, desired a suet pudding of some
sort--the "duff" beloved of sailors. Macklin asked for many returns of
scrambled eggs on hot buttered toast.  Several voted for "a prodigious
Devonshire dumpling," while Wild wished for "any old dumpling so long
as it was a large one."  The craving for carbohydrates, such as flour
and sugar, and for fats was very real. Marston had with him a small
penny cookery book.  From this he would read out one recipe each night,
so as to make them last.  This would be discussed very seriously, and
alterations and improvements suggested, and then they would turn into
their bags to dream of wonderful meals that they could never reach.
The following conversation was recorded in one diary:

"WILD: 'Do you like doughnuts?'

"McILROY: 'Rather!'

"WILD: 'Very easily made, too.  I like them cold with a little jam.'

"McILROY: 'Not bad; but how about a huge omelette?'

"WILD: 'Fine!' (with a deep sigh).

"Overhead, two of the sailors are discussing, some extraordinary
mixture of hash, apple-sauce, beer, and cheese.  Marston is in his
hammock reading from his penny cookery book.  Farther down, some one
eulogizes Scotch shortbread.  Several of the sailors are talking of
spotted dog, sea-pie, and Lockhart's with great feeling. Some one
mentions nut-food, whereat the conversation becomes general, and we all
decide to buy one pound's worth of it as soon as we get to
civilization, and retire to a country house to eat it undisturbed. At
present we really mean it, too!"

Midwinter's day, the great Polar festival, was duly observed.  A
"magnificent breakfast" of sledging ration hoosh, full strength and
well boiled to thicken it, with hot milk was served.  Luncheon
consisted of a wonderful pudding, invented by Wild, made of powdered
biscuit boiled with twelve pieces of mouldy nut-food.  Supper was a
very finely cut seal hoosh flavoured with sugar.

After supper they had a concert, accompanied by Hussey on his
"indispensable banjo."  This banjo was the last thing to be saved off
the ship before she sank, and I took it with us as a mental tonic. It
was carried all the way through with us, and landed on Elephant Island
practically unharmed, and did much to keep the men cheerful. Nearly
every Saturday night such a concert was held, when each one sang a song
about some other member of the party.  If that other one objected to
some of the remarks, a worse one was written for the next week.

The cook, who had carried on so well and for so long, was given a rest
on August 9, and each man took it in turns to be cook for one week.  As
the cook and his "mate" had the privilege of scraping out the
saucepans, there was some anxiety to secure the job, especially amongst
those with the larger appetites.  "The last of the methylated spirit
was drunk on August 12, and from then onwards the King's health,
'sweethearts and wives,' and 'the Boss and crew of the 'Caird',' were
drunk in hot water and ginger every Saturday night."

The penguins and seals which had migrated north at the beginning of
winter had not yet returned, or else the ice-foot, which surrounded the
spit to a thickness of six feet, prevented them from coming ashore, so
that food was getting short.  Old seal-bones, that had been used once
for a meal and then thrown away, were dug up and stewed down with sea-
water.  Penguin carcasses were treated likewise. Limpets were gathered
from the pools disclosed between the rocks below high tide, after the
pack-ice had been driven away. It was a cold job gathering these little
shell-fish, as for each one the whole hand and arm had to be plunged
into the icy water, and many score of these small creatures had to be
collected to make anything of a meal. Seaweed boiled in sea-water was
used to eke out the rapidly diminishing stock of seal and penguin meat.
This did not agree with some of the party.  Though it was acknowledged
to be very tasty it only served to increase their appetite--a serious
thing when there was nothing to satisfy it with!  One man remarked in
his diary: "We had a sumptuous meal to-day--nearly five ounces of solid
food each."

It is largely due to Wild, and to his energy, initiative, and
resource, that the whole party kept cheerful all along, and, indeed,
came out alive and so well.  Assisted by the two surgeons, Drs. McIlroy
and Macklin, he had ever a watchful eye for the health of each one.
His cheery optimism never failed, even when food was very short and the
prospect of relief seemed remote. Each one in his diary speaks with
admiration of him.  I think without doubt that all the party who were
stranded on Elephant Island owe their lives to him. The demons of
depression could find no foothold when he was around; and, not content
with merely "telling," he was "doing" as much as, and very often more
than, the rest.  He showed wonderful capabilities of leadership and
more than justified the absolute confidence that I placed in him.
Hussey, with his cheeriness and his banjo, was another vital factor in
chasing away any tendency to downheartedness.

Once they were settled in their hut, the health of the party was quite
good.  Of course, they were all a bit weak, some were light-headed, all
were frost-bitten, and others, later, had attacks of heart failure.
Blackborrow, whose toes were so badly frost-bitten in the boats, had to
have all five amputated while on the island.  With insufficient
instruments and no proper means of sterilizing them, the operation,
carried out as it was in a dark, grimy hut, with only a blubber-stove
to keep up the temperature and with an outside temperature well below
freezing, speaks volumes for the skill and initiative of the surgeons.
I am glad to be able to say that the operation was very successful, and
after a little treatment ashore, very kindly given by the Chilian
doctors at Punta Arenas, he has now completely recovered and walks with
only a slight limp.  Hudson, who developed bronchitis and hip disease,
was practically well again when the party was rescued.  All trace of
the severe frost-bites suffered in the boat journey had disappeared,
though traces of recent superficial ones remained on some.  All were
naturally weak when rescued, owing to having been on such scanty
rations for so long, but all were alive and very cheerful, thanks to
Frank Wild.

August 30, 1916, is described in their diaries as a "day of wonders."
Food was very short, only two days' seal and penguin meat being left,
and no prospect of any more arriving.  The whole party had been
collecting limpets and seaweed to eat with the stewed seal bones.
Lunch was being served by Wild, Hurley and Marston waiting outside to
take a last long look at the direction from which they expected the
ship to arrive.  From a fortnight after I had left, Wild would roll up
his sleeping-bag each day with the remark, "Get your things ready,
boys, the Boss may come to-day."  And sure enough, one day the mist
opened and revealed the ship for which they had been waiting and
longing and hoping for over four months.  "Marston was the first to
notice it, and immediately yelled out 'Ship O!'  The inmates of the hut
mistook it for a call of 'Lunch O!' so took no notice at first.  Soon,
however, we heard him pattering along the snow as fast as he could run,
and in a gasping, anxious voice, hoarse with excitement, he shouted,
'Wild, there's a ship!  Hadn't we better light a flare?' We all made
one dive for our narrow door.  Those who could not get through tore
down the canvas walls in their hurry and excitement. The hoosh-pot with
our precious limpets and seaweed was kicked over in the rush.  There,
just rounding the island which had previously hidden her from our
sight, we saw a little ship flying the Chilian flag.

"We tried to cheer, but excitement had gripped our vocal chords.
Macklin had made a rush for the flagstaff, previously placed in the
most conspicuous position on the ice-slope.  The running-gear would not
work, and the flag was frozen into a solid, compact mass so he tied his
jersey to the top of the pole for a signal.

"Wild put a pick through our last remaining tin of petrol, and soaking
coats, mitts, and socks with it, carried them to the top of Penguin
Hill at the end of our spit, and soon, they were ablaze.

"Meanwhile most of us had gathered on the foreshore watching with
anxious eyes for any signs that the ship had seen us, or for any
answering signals.  As we stood and gazed she seemed to turn away as if
she had not seen us.  Again and again we cheered, though our feeble
cries could certainly not have carried so far.  Suddenly she stopped, a
boat was lowered, and we could recognize Sir Ernest's figure as he
climbed down the ladder.  Simultaneously we burst into a cheer, and
then one said to the other, 'Thank God, the Boss is safe.' For I think
that his safety was of more concern to us than was our own.

"Soon the boat approached near enough for the Boss, who was standing
up in the bows, to shout to Wild, 'Are you all well?' To which he
replied, 'All safe, all well,' and we could see a smile light up the
Boss's face as he said, 'Thank God!'

"Before he could land he threw ashore handsful of cigarettes and
tobacco; and these the smokers, who for two months had been trying to
find solace in such substitutes as seaweed, finely chopped pipe-bowls,
seal meat, and sennegrass, grasped greedily.

"Blackborrow, who could not walk, had been carried to a high rock and
propped up in his sleeping-bag, so that he could view the wonderful
scene.

"Soon we were tumbling into the boat, and the Chilian sailors,
laughing up at us, seemed as pleased at our rescue as we were. Twice
more the boat returned, and within an hour of our first having sighted
the boat we were heading northwards to the outer world from which we
had had no news since October 1914, over twenty-two months before.  We
are like men awakened from a long sleep.  We are trying to acquire
suddenly the perspective which the rest of the world has acquired
gradually through two years of war.  There are many events which have
happened of which we shall never know.

"Our first meal, owing to our weakness and the atrophied state of our
stomachs, proved disastrous to a good many.  They soon recovered
though.  Our beds were just shake-downs on cushions and settees, though
the officer on watch very generously gave up his bunk to two of us.  I
think we got very little sleep that night. It was just heavenly to lie
and listen to the throb of the engines, instead of to the crack of the
breaking floe, the beat of the surf on the ice-strewn shore, or the
howling of the blizzard.

"We intend to keep August 30 as a festival for the rest of our lives."

You readers can imagine my feelings as I stood in the little cabin
watching my rescued comrades feeding.



CHAPTER XIII

THE ROSS SEA PARTY


I now turn to the fortunes and misfortunes of the Ross Sea Party and
the 'Aurora'.  In spite of extraordinary difficulties occasioned by the
breaking out of the 'Aurora' from her winter quarters before sufficient
stores and equipment had been landed, Captain neas Mackintosh and the
party under his command achieved the object of this side of the
Expedition.  For the depot that was the main object of the Expedition
was laid in the spot that I had indicated, and if the transcontinental
party had been fortunate enough to have crossed they would have found
the assistance, in the shape of stores, that would have been vital to
the success of their undertaking.  Owing to the dearth of stores,
clothing, and sledging equipment, the depot party was forced to travel
more slowly and with greater difficulty than would have otherwise been
the case. The result was that in making this journey the greatest
qualities of endurance, self-sacrifice, and patience were called for,
and the call was not in vain, as you reading the following pages will
realize.  It is more than regrettable that after having gone through
those many months of hardship and toil, Mackintosh and Hayward should
have been lost. Spencer-Smith during those long days, dragged by his
comrades on the sledge, suffering but never complaining, became an
example to all men.  Mackintosh and Hayward owed their lives on that
journey to the unremitting care and strenuous endeavours of Joyce,
Wild, and Richards, who, also scurvy-stricken but fitter than their
comrades, dragged them through the deep snow and blizzards on the
sledges.  I think that no more remarkable story of human endeavour has
been revealed than the tale of that long march which I have collated
from various diaries.  Unfortunately, the diary of the leader of this
side of the Expedition was lost with him.  The outstanding feature of
the Ross Sea side was the journey made by these six men. The earlier
journeys for the first year did not produce any sign of the qualities
of leadership amongst the others.  Mackintosh was fortunate for the
long journey in that he had these three men with him: Ernest Wild,
Richards, and Joyce.

Before proceeding with the adventures of this party I want to make
clear in these pages how much I appreciate the assistance I received
both in Australia and New Zealand, especially in the latter dominion.
And amongst the many friends there it is not invidious on my part to
lay special stress on the name of Leonard Tripp, who has been my
mentor, counsellor, and friend for many years, and who, when the
Expedition was in precarious and difficult circumstances, devoted his
energy, thought, and gave his whole time and advice to the best
interests of our cause.  I also must thank Edward Saunders, who for the
second time has greatly helped me in preparing an Expedition record for
publication.

To the Dominion Government I tender my warmest thanks.  To the people
of New Zealand, and especially to those many friends--too numerous to
mention here--who helped us when our fortunes were at a low ebb, I wish
to say that their kindness is an ever-green memory to me.  If ever a
man had cause to be grateful for assistance in dark days, I am he.

The 'Aurora', under the command of Captain neas Mackintosh, sailed
from Hobart for the Ross Sea on December 24, 1914. The ship had
refitted in Sydney, where the State and Federal Governments had given
generous assistance, and would be able, if necessary, to spend two
years in the Antarctic.  My instructions to Captain Mackintosh, in
brief, were to proceed to the Ross Sea, make a base at some convenient
point in or near McMurdo Sound, land stores and equipment, and lay
depots on the Great Ice Barrier in the direction of the Beardmore
Glacier for the use of the party that I expected to bring overland from
the Weddell Sea coast.  This programme would involve some heavy
sledging, but the ground to be covered was familiar, and I had not
anticipated that the work would present any great difficulties.  The
'Aurora' carried materials for a hut, equipment for landing and
sledging parties, stores and clothing of all the kinds required, and an
ample supply of sledges. There were also dog teams and one of the motor-
tractors.  I had told Captain Mackintosh that it was possible the
transcontinental journey would be attempted in the 1914-15 season in
the event of the landing on the Weddell Sea coast proving unexpectedly
easy, and it would be his duty, therefore, to lay out depots to the
south immediately after his arrival at his base.  I had directed him to
place a depot of food and fuel-oil at lat. 80 S. in 1914-15, with
cairns and flags as guides to a sledging party approaching from the
direction of the Pole.  He would place depots farther south in the 1915-
16 season.

The 'Aurora' had an uneventful voyage southwards.  She anchored off
the sealing-huts at Macquarie Island on Christmas Day, December 25. The
wireless station erected by Sir Douglas Mawson's Australian Antarctic
Expedition could be seen on a hill to the north-west with the
Expedition's hut at the base of the hill.  This hut was still occupied
by a meteorological staff, and later in the day the meteorologist, Mr.
Tulloch, came off to the ship and had dinner aboard.  The 'Aurora' had
some stores for the Macquarie Island party, and these were sent ashore
during succeeding days in the boats.  The landing-place was a rough,
kelp-guarded beach, where lay the remains of the New Zealand barque
Clyde.  Macquarie Island anchorages are treacherous, and several ships
engaged in the sealing and whaling trade have left their bones on the
rocky shores, where bask great herds of seals and sea-elephants.  The
'Aurora' sailed from the island on December 31, and three days later
they sighted the first iceberg, a tabular berg rising 250 ft. above the
sea. This was in lat. 62 44 S., long. 169 58 E. The next day, in
lat. 64 27 38 S., the 'Aurora' passed through the first belt of
pack-ice.  At 9 a.m. on January 7, Mount Sabine, a mighty peak of the
Admiralty Range, South Victoria Land, was sighted seventy-five miles
distant.

It had been proposed that a party of three men should travel to Cape
Crozier from winter quarters during the winter months in order to
secure emperor penguins' eggs.  The ship was to call at Cape Crozier,
land provisions, and erect a small hut of fibro-concrete sheets for the
use of this party.  The ship was off the Cape on the afternoon of
January 9, and a boat put off with Stenhouse, Cope, Joyce, Ninnis,
Mauger, and Aitken to search for a landing-place.  "We steered in
towards the Barrier," wrote Stenhouse, "and found an opening leading
into a large bight which jutted back to eastward into the Barrier. We
endeavoured without success to scale the steep ice-foot under the
cliffs, and then proceeded up the bay.  Pulling along the edge of
perpendicular ice, we turned into a bay in the ice-cliff and came to a
cul-de-sac, at the head of which was a grotto.  At the head of the
grotto and on a ledge of snow were perched some adelie penguins.  The
beautiful green and blue tints in the ice-colouring made a picture as
unreal as a stage setting.  Coming back along the edge of the bight
towards the land, we caught and killed one penguin, much to the
surprise of another, which ducked into a niche in the ice and, after
much squawking, was extracted with a boat-hook and captured. We
returned to our original landing, and were fortunate in our time, for
no sooner had we cleared the ledge where Ninnis had been hanging in his
endeavour to catch the penguin than the barrier calved and a piece
weighing hundreds of tons toppled over into the sea.

"Since we left the ship a mist had blown up from the south, and when
we arrived back at the entrance to the bay the ship could be but dimly
seen.  We found a slope on the ice-foot, and Joyce and I managed, by
cutting steps, to climb up to a ledge of debris between the cliffs and
the ice, which we thought might lead to the vicinity of the emperor
penguin rookery.  I sent the boat back to the ship to tell the captain
of our failure to find a spot where we could depot the hut and stores,
and then, with Joyce, set out to walk along the narrow land between the
cliffs and the ice to the southward in hopes of finding the rookery.
We walked for about a mile along the foot of the cliffs, over
undulating paths, sometimes crawling carefully down a gully and then
over rocks and debris which had fallen from the steep cliffs which
towered above us, but we saw no signs of a rookery or any place where a
rookery could be.  Close to the cliffs and separated from them by the
path on which we travelled, the Barrier in its movement towards the sea
had broken and showed signs of pressure. Seeing a turn in the cliffs
ahead, which we thought might lead to better prospects, we trudged on,
and were rewarded by a sight which Joyce admitted as being the grandest
he had ever witnessed.  The Barrier had come into contact with the
cliffs and, from where we viewed it, it looked as if icebergs had
fallen into a tremendous cavern and lay jumbled together in wild
disorder.  Looking down into that wonderful picture one realized a
little the 'eternalness' of things.

"We had not long to wait, and, much as we wished to go ahead, had to
turn back.  I went into a small crevasse; no damage.  Arriving back at
the place where we left the boat we found it had not returned, so sat
down under an overhang and smoked and enjoyed the sense of loneliness.
Soon the boat appeared out of the mist, and the crew had much news for
us.  After we left the ship the captain manoeuvred her in order to get
close to the Barrier, but, unfortunately, the engines were loath to be
reversed when required to go astern and the ship hit the Barrier end
on.  The Barrier here is about twenty feet high, and her jib-boom took
the weight and snapped at the cap.  When I returned Thompson was busy
getting the broken boom and gear aboard.  Luckily the cap was not
broken and no damage was done aloft, but it was rather a bad
introduction to the Antarctic.  There is no place to land the Cape
Crozier hut and stores, so we must build a hut in the winter here,
which will mean so much extra sledging from winter quarters.  Bad
start, good finish!  Joyce and I went aloft to the crow's-nest, but
could see no opening in the Barrier to eastward where a ship might
enter and get farther south."

Mackintosh proceeded into McMurdo Sound.  Heavy pack delayed the ship
for three days, and it was not until January 16 that she reached a
point off Cape Evans, where he landed ten tons of coal and ninety-eight
cases of oil.  During succeeding days Captain Mackintosh worked the
'Aurora' southward, and by January 24 he was within nine miles of Hut
Point.  There he made the ship fast to sea-ice, then breaking up
rapidly, and proceeded to arrange sledging parties.  It was his
intention to direct the laying of the depots himself and to leave his
first officer, Lieut. J. R. Stenhouse, in command of the 'Aurora', with
instructions to select a base and land a party.

The first objective was Hut Point, where stands the hut erected by the
Discovery expedition in 1902.  An advance party, consisting of Joyce
(in charge), Jack, and Gaze, with dogs and fully loaded sledges, left
the ship on January 24; Mackintosh, with Wild and Smith, followed the
next day; and a supporting party, consisting of Cope (in charge),
Stevens, Ninnis, Haywood, Hooke, and Richards, left the ship on January
30.  The first two parties had dog teams. The third party took with it
the motor-tractor, which does not appear to have given the good service
that I had hoped to get from it.  These parties had a strenuous time
during the weeks that followed.  The men, fresh from shipboard, were
not in the best of training, and the same was true of the dogs.  It was
unfortunate that the dogs had to be worked so early after their arrival
in the Antarctic.  They were in poor condition and they had not learned
to work together as teams. The result was the loss of many of the dogs,
and this proved a serious matter in the following season.  Captain
Mackintosh's record of the sledging in the early months of 1915 is
fairly full.  It will not be necessary here to follow the fortunes of
the various parties in detail, for although the men were facing
difficulties and dangers, they were on well-travelled ground, which has
been made familiar to most readers by the histories of earlier
Expeditions.

Captain Mackintosh and his party left the 'Aurora' on the evening of
January 25.  They had nine dogs and one heavily loaded sledge, and
started off briskly to the accompaniment of a cheer from their
shipmates.  The dogs were so eager for exercise after their prolonged
confinement aboard the ship that they dashed forward at their best
speed, and it was necessary for one man to sit upon the sledge in order
to moderate the pace.  Mackintosh had hoped to get to Hut Point that
night, but luck was against him.  The weather broke after he had
travelled about five miles, and snow, which completely obscured all
landmarks, sent him into camp on the sea-ice. The weather was still
thick on the following morning, and the party, making a start after
breakfast, missed its way.  "We shaped a course where I imagined Hut
Point to be," wrote Captain Mackintosh in his diary, "but when the
sledge-meter showed thirteen miles fifty yards, which is four miles in
excess of the distance from the slip to Hut Point, I decided to halt
again.  The surface was changing considerably and the land was still
obscured.  We have been travelling over a thick snow surface, in which
we sink deeply, and the dogs are not too cheerful about it." They
started again at noon on January 27, when the weather had cleared
sufficiently to reveal the land, and reached Hut Point at 4 p.m.  The
sledge-meter showed that the total distance travelled had been over
seventeen miles.  Mackintosh found in the hut a note from Joyce, who
had been there on the 25th, and who reported that one of his dogs had
been killed in a fight with its companions.  The hut contained some
stores left there by earlier Expeditions.  The party stayed there for
the night.  Mackintosh left a note for Stenhouse directing him to place
provisions in the hut in case the sledging parties did not return in
time to be taken off by the ship.  Early next morning Joyce reached the
hut.  He had encountered bad ice and had come back to consult with
Mackintosh regarding the route to be followed.  Mackintosh directed him
to steer out towards Black Island in crossing the head of the Sound
beyond Hut Point.

Mackintosh left Hut Point on January 28.  He had taken some additional
stores, and he mentions that the sledge now weighed 1200 lbs.  This was
a heavy load, but the dogs were pulling well and he thought it
practicable.  He encountered difficulty almost at once after descending
the slope from the point to the sea-ice, for the sledge stuck in soft
snow and the party had to lighten the load and relay until they reached
a better surface.  They were having trouble with the dogs, which did
not pull cheerfully, and the total distance covered in the day was
under four miles.  The weather was warm and the snow consequently was
soft.  Mackintosh had decided that it would be best to travel at night.
A fall of snow held up the party throughout the following day, and they
did not get away from their camp until shortly before midnight.  "The
surface was abominably soft," wrote Mackintosh.  "We harnessed
ourselves on to the sledge and with the dogs made a start, but we had a
struggle to get off.  We had not gone very far when in deeper snow we
stopped dead.  Try as we would, no movement could be produced.
Reluctantly we unloaded and began the tedious task of relaying.  The
work, in spite of the lighter load on the sledge, proved terrific for
ourselves and for the dogs.  We struggled for four hours, and then set
camp to await the evening, when the sun would not be so fierce and the
surface might be better.  I must say I feel somewhat despondent, as we
are not getting on as well as I expected, nor do we find it as easy as
one would gather from reading."

The two parties met again that day.  Joyce also had been compelled to
relay his load, and all hands laboured strenuously and advanced slowly.
They reached the edge of the Barrier on the night of January 30 and
climbed an easy slope to the Barrier surface, about thirty feet above
the sea-ice.  The dogs were showing signs of fatigue, and when
Mackintosh camped at 6.30 a.m. on January 31, he reckoned that the
distance covered in twelve and a half hours had been about two and a
half miles.  The men had killed a seal at the edge of the sea-ice and
placed the meat on a cairn for future use.  One dog, having refused to
pull, had been left behind with a good feed of meat, and Mackintosh
hoped the animal would follow.  The experiences of the party during the
days that followed can be indicated by some extracts from Mackintosh's
diary.

"Sunday, January  31.--Started off this afternoon at 3 p.m. Surface
too dreadful for words.  We sink into snow at times up to our knees,
the dogs struggling out of it panting and making great efforts.  I
think the soft snow must be accounted for by a phenomenally fine summer
without much wind.  After proceeding about 1000 yds.  I spotted some
poles on our starboard side. We shaped course for these and found
Captain Scott's Safety Camp. We unloaded a relay here and went back
with empty sledge for the second relay.  It took us four hours to do
just this short distance. It is exasperating.  After we had got the
second load up we had lunch.  Then we dug round the poles, while snow
fell, and after getting down about three feet we came across, first, a
bag of oats, lower down two cases of dog-biscuit--one with a complete
week's ration, the other with seal meat. A good find.  About forty
paces away we found a venesta-lid sticking out of the snow.  Smith
scraped round this with his ice-axe and presently discovered one of the
motor-sledges Captain Scott used. Everything was just as it had been
left, the petrol-tank partly filled and apparently undeteriorated.  We
marked the spot with a pole.  The snow clearing, we proceeded with a
relay.  We got only half a mile, still struggling in deep snow, and
then went back for the second load.  We can still see the cairn erected
at the Barrier edge and a black spot which we take to be the dog.

"February 1.--We turned out at 7.30 p.m., and after a meal broke camp.
We made a relay of two and a half miles.  The sledge-meter stopped
during this relay.  Perhaps that is the cause of our mileage not
showing.  We covered seven and a half miles in order to bring the load
two and a half miles.  After lunch we decided, as the surface was
getting better, to make a shot at travelling with the whole load. It
was a back-breaking job.  Wild led the team, while Smith and I pulled
in harness.  The great trouble is to get the sledge started after the
many unavoidable stops.  We managed to cover one mile. This even is
better than relaying.  We then camped--the dogs being entirely done up,
poor brutes.

"February  2.--We were awakened this afternoon, while in our bags, by
hearing Joyce's dogs barking.  They have done well and have caught us
up.  Joyce's voice was heard presently, asking us the time.  He is
managing the full load.  We issued a challenge to race him to the
Bluff, which he accepted.  When we turned out at 6.30 p.m. his camp was
seen about three miles ahead.  About 8 p.m., after our hoosh, we made a
start, and reached Joyce's camp at 1 a.m.  The dogs had been pulling
well, seeing the camp ahead, but when we arrived off it they were not
inclined to go on.  After a little persuasion and struggle we got off,
but not for long.  This starting business is terrible work.  We have to
shake the sledge and its big load while we shout to the dogs to start.
If they do not pull together it is useless.  When we get the sledge
going we are on tenter-hooks lest it stop again on the next soft slope,
and this often occurs. Sledging is real hard work; but we are getting
along."

The surface was better on February 2, and the party covered six miles
without relaying.  They camped in soft snow, and when they started the
next day they were two hours relaying over one hundred and fifty yards.
Then they got into Joyce's track and found the going better.
Mackintosh overtook Joyce on the morning of February 4 and went ahead,
his party breaking trail during the next march.  They covered ten miles
on the night of the 4th.  One dog had "chucked his hand in" on the
march, and Mackintosh mentions that he intended to increase the dogs'
allowance of food. The surface was harder, and during the night of
February 5 Mackintosh covered eleven miles twenty-five yards, but he
finished with two dogs on the sledge.  Joyce was travelling by day, so
that the parties passed one another daily on the march.

A blizzard came from the south on February 10 and the parties were
confined to their tents for over twenty-four hours.  The weather
moderated on the morning of the next day, and at 11 a.m. Mackintosh
camped beside Joyce and proceeded to rearrange the parties.  One of his
dogs had died on the 9th, and several others had ceased to be worth
much for pulling.  He had decided to take the best dogs from the two
teams and continue the march with Joyce and Wild, while Smith, Jack,
and Gaze went back to Hut Point with the remaining dogs. This involved
the adjustment of sledge-loads in order that the proper supplies might
be available for the depots.  He had eight dogs and Smith had five.  A
depot of oil and fuel was laid at this point and marked by a cairn with
a bamboo pole rising ten feet above it.  The change made for better
progress.  Smith turned back at once, and the other party went ahead
fairly rapidly, the dogs being able to haul the sledge without much
assistance from the men.  The party built a cairn of snow after each
hour's travelling to serve as guides to the depot and as marks for the
return journey.  Another blizzard held the men up on February 13, and
they had an uncomfortable time in their sleeping-bags owing to low
temperature.

During succeeding days the party plodded forward.  They were able to
cover from five to twelve miles a day, according to the surface and
weather.  They built the cairns regularly and checked their route by
taking bearings of the mountains to the west.  They were able to cover
from five to twelve miles a day, the dogs pulling fairly well. They
reached lat.  80 S. on the afternoon of February 20. Mackintosh had
hoped to find a depot laid in that neighbourhood by Captain Scott, but
no trace of it was seen. The surface had been very rough during the
afternoon, and for that reason the depot to be laid there was named
Rocky Mountain Depot. The stores were to be placed on a substantial
cairn, and smaller cairns were to be built at right angles to the depot
as a guide to the overland party.  "As soon as breakfast was over,"
wrote Mackintosh the next day, "Joyce and Wild went off with a light
sledge and the dogs to lay out the cairns and place flags to the
eastward, building them at every mile.  The outer cairn had a large
flag and a note indicating the position of the depot. I remained behind
to get angles and fix our position with the theodolite.  The
temperature was very low this morning, and handling the theodolite was
not too warm a job for the fingers.  My whiskers froze to the metal
while I was taking a sight.  After five hours the others arrived back.
They had covered ten miles, five miles out and five miles back.  During
the afternoon we finished the cairn, which we have built to a height of
eight feet.  It is a solid square erection which ought to stand a good
deal of weathering, and on top we have placed a bamboo pole with a
flag, making the total height twenty-five feet.  Building the cairn was
a fine warming jab, but the ice on our whiskers often took some ten
minutes thawing out.  To-morrow we hope to lay out the cairns to the
westward, and then to shape our course for the Bluff."

The weather, became bad again during the night.  A blizzard kept the
men in their sleeping-bags on February 21, and it was not until the
afternoon of the 23rd that Mackintosh and Joyce made an attempt to lay
out the cairns to the west.  They found that two of the dogs had died
during the storm, leaving seven dogs to haul the sledge.  They marched
a mile and a half to the westward and built a cairn, but the weather
was very thick and they did not think it wise to proceed farther.  They
could not see more than a hundred yards and the tent was soon out of
sight.  They returned to the camp, and stayed there until the morning
of February 24, when they started the return march with snow still
falling. "We did get off from our camp," says Mackintosh, "but had only
proceeded about four hundred yards when the fog came on so thick that
we could scarcely see a yard ahead, so we had to pitch the tent again,
and are now sitting inside hoping the weather will clear.  We are going
back with only ten days' provisions, so it means pushing on for all we
are worth.  These stoppages are truly annoying.  The poor dogs are
feeling hungry; they eat their harness or any straps that may be about.
We can give them nothing beyond their allowance of three biscuits each
as we are on bare rations ourselves; but I feel sure they require more
than one pound a day.  That is what they are getting now.... After
lunch we found it a little clearer, but a very bad light. We decided to
push on.  It is weird travelling in this light. There is no contrast or
outline; the sky and the surface are one, and we cannot discern
undulations, which we encounter with disastrous results.  We picked up
the first of our outward cairns. This was most fortunate.  After
passing a second cairn everything became blotted out, and so we were
forced to camp, after covering 4 miles 703 yds.  The dogs are feeling
the pangs of hunger and devouring everything they see.  They will eat
anything except rope.  If we had not wasted those three days we might
have been able to give them a good feed at the Bluff depot, but now
that is impossible.  It is snowing hard."

The experiences of the next few days were unhappy.  Another blizzard
brought heavy snow and held the party up throughout the 25th and 26th.
"Outside is a scene of chaos.  The snow, whirling along with the wind,
obliterates everything.  The dogs are completely buried, and only a
mound with a ski sticking up indicates where the sledge is.  We long to
be off, but the howl of the wind shows how impossible it is.  The
sleeping-bags are damp and sticky, so are our clothes. Fortunately, the
temperature is fairly high and they do not freeze. One of the dogs gave
a bark and Joyce went out to investigate.  He found that Major, feeling
hungry, had dragged his way to Joyce's ski and eaten off the leather
binding.  Another dog has eaten all his harness, canvas, rope, leather,
brass, and rivets.  I am afraid the dogs will not pull through; they
all look thin and these blizzards do not improve matters....  We have a
week's provisions and one hundred and sixty miles to travel.  It
appears that we will have to get another week's provisions from the
depot, but don't wish it.  Will see what luck to-morrow.  Of course, at
Bluff we can replenish."

"We are now reduced to one meal in the twenty-four hours," wrote
Mackintosh a day later.  "This going without food keeps us colder. It
is a rotten, miserable time.  It is bad enough having this wait, but we
have also the wretched thought of having to use the provisions already
depot-ed, for which we have had all this hard struggle."  The weather
cleared on the 27th, and in the afternoon Mackintosh and Joyce went
back to the depot, while Wild remained behind to build a cairn and
attempt to dry the sleeping-bags in the sun.  The stores left at the
depot had been two and a quarter tins of biscuit (42 lbs. to the tin),
rations for three men for three weeks in bags, each intended to last
one week, and three tins of oil.  Mackintosh took one of the weekly
bags from the depot and returned to the camp.  The party resumed the
homeward journey the next morning, and with a sail on the sledge to
take advantage of the southerly breeze, covered nine miles and a half
during the day.  But the dogs had reached almost the limit of their
endurance; three of them fell out, unable to work longer, while on the
march.  That evening, for the first time since leaving the 'Aurora',
the men saw the sun dip to the horizon in the south, a reminder that
the Antarctic summer was nearing its close.

The remaining four dogs collapsed on March 2.  "After lunch we went
off fairly well for half an hour.  Then Nigger commenced to wobble
about, his legs eventually giving under him.  We took him out of his
harness and let him travel along with us, but he has given us all he
can, and now can only lie down.  After Nigger, my friend Pompey
collapsed.  The drift, I think, accounts a good deal for this. Pompey
has been splendid of late, pulling steadily and well.  Then Scotty, the
last dog but one, gave up.  They are all lying down in our tracks.
They have a painless death, for they curl up in the snow and fall into
a sleep from which they will never wake.  We are left with one dog,
Pinkey.  He has not been one of the pullers, but he is not despised.
We can afford to give him plenty of biscuit.  We must nurse him and see
if we cannot return with one dog at least.  We are now pulling
ourselves, with the sail (the floor-cloth of the tent) set and Pinkey
giving a hand.  At one stage a terrific gust came along and capsized
the sledge.  The sail was blown off the sledge, out of its guys, and we
prepared to camp, but the wind fell again to a moderate breeze, so we
repaired the sledge and proceeded.

"It is blowing hard this evening, cold too.  Another wonderful sunset.
Golden colours illuminate the sky.  The moon casts beautiful rays in
combination with the more vivid ones from the dipping sun. If all was
as beautiful as the scene we could consider ourselves in some paradise,
but it is dark and cold in the tent and I shiver in a frozen sleeping-
bag.  The inside fur is a mass of ice, congealed from my breath.  One
creeps into the bag, toggles up with half-frozen fingers, and hears the
crackling of the ice.  Presently drops of thawing ice are falling on
one's head.  Then comes a fit of shivers. You rub yourself and turn
over to warm the side of the bag which has been uppermost.  A puddle of
water forms under the body.  After about two hours you may doze off,
but I always wake with the feeling that I have not slept a wink."

The party made only three and a half miles on March 3.  They were
finding the sledge exceedingly heavy to pull, and Mackintosh decided to
remove the outer runners and scrape the bottom.  These runners should
have been taken off before the party started, and the lower runners
polished smooth.  He also left behind all spare gear, including dog-
harness in order to reduce weight, and found the lighter  sledge easier
to pull.  The temperature that night was -28 Fahr., the lowest
recorded during the journey up to that time.  "We are struggling along
at a mile an hour," wrote Mackintosh on the 5th. "It is a very hard
pull, the surface being very sticky.  Pinkey still accompanies us.  We
hope we can get him in.  He is getting all he wants to eat.  So he
ought." The conditions of travel changed the next day.  A southerly
wind made possible the use of the sail, and the trouble was to prevent
the sledge bounding ahead over rough sastrugi and capsizing. The
handling of ropes and the sail caused many frost-bites, and
occasionally the men were dragged along the surface by the sledge. The
remaining dog collapsed during the afternoon and had to be left behind.
Mackintosh did not feel that he could afford to reduce the pace. The
sledge-meter, had got out of order, so the distance covered in the day
was not recorded.  The wind increased during the night, and by the
morning of the 7th was blowing with blizzard force.  The party did not
move again until the morning of the 8th. They were still finding the
sledge very heavy and were disappointed at their slow progress, their
marches being six to eight miles a day. On the 10th they got the Bluff
Peak in line with Mount Discovery. My instructions had been that the
Bluff depot should be laid on this line, and as the depot had been
placed north of the line on the outward journey, owing to thick weather
making it impossible to pick up the landmarks, Mackintosh intended now
to move the stores to the proper place.  He sighted the depot flag
about four miles away, and after pitching camp at the new depot site,
he went across with Joyce and Wild and found the stores as he had left
them.

"We loaded the sledge with the stores, placed the large mark flag on
the sledge, and proceeded back to our tent, which was now out of sight.
Indeed it was not wise to come out as we did without tent or bag.  We
had taken the chance, as the weather had promised fine.  As we
proceeded it grew darker and darker, and eventually we were travelling
by only the light of stars, the sun having dipped. After four and a
half hours we sighted the little green tent. It was hard pulling the
last two hours and weird travelling in the dark.  We have put in a good
day, having had fourteen hours' solid marching.  We are now sitting in
here enjoying a very excellent thick hoosh.  A light has been
improvised out of an old tin with methylated spirit."

The party spent the next day in their sleeping-bags, while a blizzard
raged outside.  The weather was fine again on March 12, and they built
a cairn for the depot.  The stores placed on this cairn comprised a six
weeks' supply of biscuit and three weeks' full ration for three men,
and three tins of oil.  Early in the afternoon the men resumed their
march northwards and made three miles before camping. "Our bags are
getting into a bad state," wrote Mackintosh, "as it is some time now
since we have had an opportunity of drying them.  We use our bodies for
drying socks and such-like clothing, which we place inside our jerseys
and produce when required.  Wild carries a regular wardrobe in this
position, and it is amusing to see him searching round the back of his
clothes for a pair of socks.  Getting away in the mornings is our
bitterest time.  The putting on of the finneskoe is a nightmare, for
they are always frozen stiff, and we have a great struggle to force our
feet into them.  The icy sennegrass round one's fingers is another
punishment that causes much pain. We are miserable until we are
actually on the move, then warmth returns with the work.  Our
conversation now is principally conjecture as to what can have happened
to the other parties. We have various ideas."

Saturday, March 13, was another day spent in the sleeping-bags. A
blizzard was raging and everything was obscured.  The men saved food by
taking only one meal during the day, and they felt the effect of the
short rations in lowered vitality.  Both Joyce and Wild had toes frost-
bitten while in their bags and found difficulty in getting the
circulation restored.  Wild suffered particularly in this way and his
feet were very sore.  The weather cleared a little the next morning,
but the drift began again before the party could break camp, and
another day had to be spent in the frozen bags.

The march was resumed on March 15.  "About 11 p.m. last night the
temperature commenced to get lower and the gale also diminished. The
lower temperature caused the bags, which were moist, to freeze hard. We
had no sleep and spent the night twisting and turning. The morning
brought sunshine and pleasure, for the hot hoosh warmed our bodies and
gave a glow that was most comforting.  The sun was out, the weather
fine and clear but cold.  At 8.30 a.m. we made a start.  We take a long
time putting on our finneskoe, although we get up earlier to allow for
this.  This morning we were over four hours' getting away.  We had a
fine surface this morning for marching, but we did not make much
headway.  We did the usual four miles before lunch. The temperature was
-23 Fahr.  A mirage made the sastrugi appear to be dancing like some
ice-goblins. Joyce calls them 'dancing jimmies.' After lunch we
travelled well, but the distance for the day was only 7 miles 400 yds.
We are blaming our sledge-meter for the slow rate of progress.  It is
extraordinary that on the days when we consider we are making good
speed we do no more than on days when we have a tussle."

"March 15.--The air temperature this morning was -35 Fahr. Last night
was one of the worst I have ever experienced.  To cap everything, I
developed toothache, presumably as a result of frost-bitten cheek.  I
was in positive agony. I groaned and moaned, got the medicine-chest,
but could find nothing there to stop the pain. Joyce, who had wakened
up, suggested methylated spirit, so I damped some cotton-wool, then
placed it in the tooth, with the result that I burnt the inside of my
mouth.  All this time my fingers, being exposed (it must have been at
least 50 below zero), were continually having to be brought back.
After putting on the methylated spirit I went back to the bag, which,
of course, was frozen stiff.  I wriggled and moaned till morning
brought relief by enabling me to turn out. Joyce and Wild both had a
bad night, their feet giving them trouble. My feet do not affect me so
much as theirs.  The skin has peeled off the inside of my mouth,
exposing a raw sore, as the result of the methylated spirit.  My tooth
is better though.  We have had to reduce our daily ration.  Frost-bites
are frequent in consequence.  The surface became very rough in the
afternoon, and the light, too, was bad owing to cumulus clouds being
massed over the sun.  We are continually falling, for we are unable to
distinguish the high and low parts of the sastrugi surface.  We are
travelling on our ski.  We camped at 6 p.m. after travelling 6 miles
100 yds. I am writing this sitting up in the bag.  This is the first
occasion I have been able to do thus for some time, for usually the
cold has penetrated through everything should one have the bag open.
The temperature is a little higher to-night, but still it is -21 Fahr.
(53 of frost).  Our matches, among other things, are running short,
and we have given up using any except for lighting the Primus."

The party found the light bad again the next day.  After stumbling on
ski among the sastrugi for two hours, the men discarded the ski and
made better progress; but they still had many falls, owing to the
impossibility of distinguishing slopes and irregularities in the grey,
shadowless surface of the snow.  They made over nine and a half miles
that day, and managed to cover ten miles on the following day, March
18, one of the best marches of the journey. "I look forward to seeing
the ship.  All of us bear marks of our tramp.  Wild takes first place.
His nose is a picture for Punch to be jealous of; his ears, too, are
sore, and one big toe is a black sore.  Joyce has a good nose and many
minor sores.  My jaw is swollen from the frost-bite I got on the cheek,
and I also have a bit of nose....  We have discarded the ski, which we
hitherto used, and travel in the finneskoe.  This makes the sledge go
better but it is not so comfortable travelling as on ski.  We
encountered a very high, rough sastrugi surface, most remarkably high,
and had a cold breeze in our faces during the march.  Our beards and
moustaches are masses of ice. I will take care I am clean-shaven next
time I come out.  The frozen moustache makes the lobes of the nose
freeze more easily than they would if there was no ice alongside
them....  I ask myself why on earth one comes to these parts of the
earth.  Here we are, frostbitten in the day, frozen at night.  What a
life!" The temperature at 1 p.m. that day was -23 Fahr., i.e. 55 of
frost.

The men camped abreast of "Corner Camp," where they had been on
February 1, on the evening of March 19.  The next day, after being
delayed for some hours by bad weather, they turned towards Castle Rock
and proceeded across the disturbed area where the Barrier impinges upon
the land.  Joyce put his foot through the snow-covering of a fairly
large crevasse, and the course had to be changed to avoid this danger.
The march for the day was only 2 miles 900 yds. Mackintosh felt that
the pace was too slow, but was unable to quicken it owing to the bad
surfaces.  The food had been cut down to close upon half-rations, and
at this reduced rate the supply still in hand would be finished in two
days.  The party covered 7 miles 570 yds. on the 21st, and the hoosh
that night was "no thicker than tea."

"The first thought this morning was that we must do a good march,"
wrote Mackintosh on March 22.  "Once we can get to Safety Camp (at the
junction of the Barrier with the sea-ice) we are right. Of course, we
can as a last resort abandon the sledge and take a run into Hut Point,
about twenty-two miles away....  We have managed quite a respectable
forenoon march.  The surface was hard, so we took full advantage of it.
With our low food the cold is penetrating.  We had lunch at 1 p.m., and
then had left over one meal at full rations and a small quantity of
biscuits.  The temperature at lunch-time was -6 Fahr.  Erebus is
emitting large volumes of smoke, travelling in a south-easterly
direction, and a red glare is also discernible.  After lunch we again
accomplished a good march, the wind favouring us for two hours.  We are
anxiously looking out for Safety Camp."  The distance for the day was 8
miles 1525 yds.

"March 23, 1915.--No sooner had we camped last night than a blizzard
with drift came on and has continued ever since.  This morning finds us
prisoners.  The drift is lashing into the sides of the tent and
everything outside is obscured.  This weather is rather alarming, for
if it continues we are in a bad way.  We have just made a meal of cocoa
mixed with biscuit-crumbs.  This has warmed us up a little, but on
empty stomachs the cold is penetrating."

The weather cleared in the afternoon, but too late for the men to move
that day.  They made a start at 7 a.m. on the 24th after a meal of
cocoa and biscuit-crumbs.

"We have some biscuit-crumbs in the bag and that is all.  Our start
was made under most bitter circumstances, all of us being attacked by
frost-bites.  It was an effort to bare hands for an instant.  After
much rubbing and 'bringing back' of extremities we started.  Wild is a
mass of bites, and we are all in a bad way. We plugged on, but warmth
would not come into our bodies.  We had been pulling about two hours
when Joyce's smart eyes picked up a flag.  We shoved on for all we were
worth, and as we got closer, sure enough, the cases of provisions
loomed up.  Then what feeds we promised to give ourselves. It was not
long before we were putting our gastronomic capabilities to the test.
Pemmican was brought down from the depot, with oatmeal to thicken it,
as well as sugar. While Wild was getting the Primus lighted he called
out to us that he believed his ear had gone.  This was the last piece
of his face left whole--nose, cheeks, and neck all having bites.  I
went into the tent and had a look.  The ear was a pale green.  I
quickly put the palm of my hand to it and brought it round.  Then his
fingers went, and to stop this and bring back the circulation he put
them over the lighted Primus, a terrible thing to do.  As a result he
was in agony.  His ear was brought round all right, and soon the hot
hoosh sent warmth tingling through us.  We felt like new beings. We
simply ate till we were full, mug after mug. After we had been well
satisfied, we replaced the cases we had pulled down from the depot and
proceeded towards the Gap.  Just before leaving Joyce discovered a note
left by Spencer-Smith and Richards. This told us that both the other
parties had returned to the Hut and apparently all was well.  So that
is good.  When we got to the Barrier-edge we found the ice-cliff on to
the newly formed sea-ice not safe enough to bear us, so we had to make
a detour along the Barrier-edge and, if the sea ice was not negotiable,
find a way up by Castle Rock.  At 7 p.m., not having found any suitable
place to descend to the sea-ice we camped.  To-night we have the Primus
going and warming our frozen selves.  I hope to make Hut Point to-
morrow."

Mackintosh and his companions broke camp on the morning of March 25,
with the thermometer recording 55 of frost, and, after another futile
search for a way down the ice-cliff to the sea-ice, they proceeded
towards Castle Rock.  While in this course they picked up sledge-
tracks, and, following these, they found a route down to the sea-ice.
Mackintosh decided to depot the sledge on top of a well-marked
undulation and proceed without gear.  A short time later the three men,
after a scramble over the cliffs of Hut Point, reached the door of the
hut.

"We shouted.  No sound.  Shouted again, and presently a dark object
appeared.  This turned out to be Cope, who was by himself.  The other
members of the party had gone out to fetch the gear off their sledge,
which they also had left.  Cope had been laid up, so did not go with
them.  We soon were telling each other's adventures, and we heard then
how the ship had called here on March 11 and picked up Spencer-Smith,
Richards, Ninnis, Hooke, and Gaze, the present members here being Cope,
Hayward, and Jack.  A meal was soon prepared.  We found here even a
blubber-fire, luxurious, but what a state of dirt and grease!  However,
warmth and food are at present our principal objects.  While we were
having our meal Jack and Hayward appeared.... Late in the evening we
turned into dry bags.  As there are only three bags here, we take it in
turns to use them.  Our party have the privilege....  I got a letter
here from Stenhouse giving a summary of his doings since we left him.
The ship's party also have not had a rosy time."

Mackintosh learned here that Spencer-Smith, Jack, and Gaze, who had
turned back on February 10, had reached Hut Point without difficulty.
The third party, headed by Cope, had also been out on the Barrier but
had not done much.  This party had attempted to use the motor-tractor,
but had failed to get effective service from the machine and had not
proceeded far afield.  The motor was now lying at Hut Point. Spencer-
Smith's party and Cope's party had both returned to Hut Point before
the end of February.

The six men now at Hut Point were cut off from the winter quarters of
the Expedition at Cape Evans by the open water of McMurdo Sound.
Mackintosh naturally was anxious to make the crossing and get in touch
with the ship and the other members of the shore party; but he could
not make a move until the sea-ice became firm, and, as events occurred,
he did not reach Cape Evans until the beginning of June. He went out
with Cope and Hayward on March 29 to get his sledge and brought it as
far as Pram Point, on the south side of Hut Point.  He had to leave the
sledge there owing to the condition of the sea-ice. He and his
companions lived an uneventful life under primitive conditions at the
hut.  The weather was bad, and though the temperatures recorded were
low, the young sea-ice continually broke away.  The blubber-stove in
use at the hut seemed to have produced soot and grease in the usual
large quantities, and the men and their clothing suffered accordingly.
The whites of their eyes contrasted vividly with the dense blackness of
their skins. Wild and Joyce had a great deal of trouble with their
frost-bites. Joyce had both feet blistered, his knees were swollen, and
his hands also were blistered. Jack devised some blubber-lamps, which
produced an uncertain light and much additional smoke.  Mackintosh
records that the members of the party were contented enough but
"unspeakably dirty," and he writes longingly of baths and clean
clothing.  The store of seal-blubber ran low early in April, and all
hands kept a sharp look-out for seals.  On April 15 several seals were
seen and killed.  The operations of killing and skinning made worse the
greasy and blackened clothes of the men.  It is to be regretted that
though there was a good deal of literature available, especially on
this particular district, the leaders of the various parties had not
taken advantage of it and so supplemented their knowledge.  Joyce and
Mackintosh of course had had previous Antarctic experience: but it was
open to all to have carefully studied the detailed instructions
published in the books of the three last Expeditions in this quarter.



CHAPTER XIV

WINTERING IN McMURDO SOUND


The 'Aurora', after picking up six men at Hut Point on March 11, had
gone back to Cape Evans.  The position chosen for the winter quarters
of the 'Aurora' was at Cape Evans, immediately off the hut erected by
Captain Scott on his last Expedition.  The ship on March 14 lay about
forty yards off shore, bows seaward.  Two anchors had been taken ashore
and embedded in heavy stone rubble, and to these anchors were attached
six steel hawsers.  The hawsers held the stern, while the bow was
secured by the ordinary ship's anchors.  Later, when the new ice had
formed round the 'Aurora', the cable was dragged ashore over the smooth
surface and made fast. The final moorings thus were six hawsers and one
cable astern, made fast to the shore anchors, and two anchors with
about seventy fathoms of cable out forward.  On March 23 Mr. Stenhouse
landed a party consisting of Stevens, Spencer-Smith, Gaze, and Richards
in order that they might carry out routine observations ashore.  These
four men took up their quarters in Captain Scott's hut.  They had been
instructed to kill seals for meat and blubber.  The landing of stores,
gear, and coal did not proceed at all rapidly, it being assumed that
the ship would remain at her moorings throughout the winter.  Some tons
of coal were taken ashore during April, but most of it stayed on the
beach, and much of it was lost later when the sea-ice went out.  This
shore party was in the charge of Stevens, and his report, handed to me
much later, gives a succinct account of what occurred, from the point
of view of the men at the hut:


                             "CAPE EVANS, Ross Island, July  30, 1915.

"On the 23rd March, 1915, a party consisting of Spencer-Smith, Richards,
and Gaze was landed at Cape Evans Hut in my charge. Spencer-Smith
received independent instructions to devote his time exclusively
to photography.  I was verbally instructed that the main duty of the
party was to obtain a supply of seals for food and fuel. Scientific
work was also to be carried on.

"Meteorological instruments were at once installed, and experiments
were instituted on copper electrical thermometers in order to
supplement our meagre supply of instruments and enable observations of
earth, ice, and sea temperatures to be made. Other experimental work
was carried on, and the whole of the time of the scientific members of
the party was occupied.  All seals seen were secured.  On one or two
occasions the members of the shore party were summoned to work on board
ship.

"In general the weather was unsettled, blizzards occurring frequently
and interrupting communication with the ship across the ice.  Only
small, indispensable supplies of stores and no clothes were issued to
the party on shore.  Only part of the scientific equipment was able to
be transferred to the shore, and the necessity to obtain that prevented
some members of the party landing all their personal gear.

"The ship was moored stern on to the shore, at first well over one
hundred yards from it.  There were two anchors out ahead and the vessel
was made fast to two others sunk in the ground ashore by seven wires.
The strain on the wires was kept constant by tightening up from time to
time such as became slack, and easing cables forward, and in this way
the ship was brought much closer inshore.  A cable was now run out to
the south anchor ashore, passed onboard through a fair-lead under the
port end of the bridge, and made fast to bollards forward.  Subsequent
strain due to ice and wind pressure on the ship broke three of the
wires. Though I believe it was considered on board that the ship was
secure, there was still considerable anxiety felt. The anchors had held
badly before, and the power of the ice-pressure on the ship was
uncomfortably obvious.

"Since the ship had been moored the bay had frequently frozen over,
and the ice had as frequently gone out on account of blizzards. The ice
does not always go out before the wind has passed its maximum. It
depends on the state of tides and currents; for the sea-ice has been
seen more than once to go out bodily when a blizzard had almost
completely calmed down.

"On the 6th May the ice was in and people passed freely between the
shore and the ship.  At 11 p.m. the wind was south, backing to south-
east, and blew at forty miles per hour.  The ship was still in her
place.  At 3 a.m. on the 7th the wind had not increased to any extent,
but ice and ship had gone.  As she was not seen to go we are unable to
say whether the vessel was damaged.  The shore end of the cable was
bent twice sharply, and the wires were loose. On the afternoon of the
7th the weather cleared somewhat, but nothing was seen of the ship.
The blizzard only lasted some twelve hours.  Next day the wind became
northerly, but on the 10th there was blowing the fiercest blizzard we
have so far experienced from the south-east. Nothing has since been
seen or heard of the ship, though a look-out was kept.

"Immediately the ship went as accurate an inventory as possible of all
stores ashore was made, and the rate of consumption of food-stuffs so
regulated that they would last ten men for not less than one hundred
weeks.  Coal had already been used with the utmost economy.  Little
could be done to cut down the consumption, but the transference to the
neighbourhood of the hut of such of the coal landed previously by the
ship as was not lost was pushed on. Meat also was found to be very
short; it was obvious that neither it nor coal could be made to last
two years, but an evidently necessary step in the ensuing summer would
be the ensuring of an adequate supply of meat and blubber, for
obtaining which the winter presented little opportunity.  Meat and coal
were, therefore, used with this consideration in mind, as required but
as carefully as possible.

                                                         "A. STEVENS."


The men ashore did not at once abandon hope of the ship returning
before the Sound froze firmly.  New ice formed on the sea whenever the
weather was calm, and it had been broken up and taken out many times by
the blizzards.  During the next few days eager eyes looked seaward
through the dim twilight of noon, but the sea was covered with a dense
black mist and nothing was visible.  A northerly wind sprang up on May
8 and continued for a few hours, but it brought no sign of the ship,
and when on May 10 the most violent blizzard yet experienced by the
party commenced, hope grew slender.  The gale continued for three days,
the wind attaining a velocity of seventy miles an hour.  The snowdrift
was very thick and the temperature fell to -20 Fahr. The shore party
took a gloomy view of the ship's chances of safety among the ice-floes
of the Ross Sea under such conditions.

Stevens and his companions made a careful survey of their position and
realized that they had serious difficulties to face.  No general
provisions and no clothing of the kind required for sledging had been
landed from the ship.  Much of the sledging gear was also aboard.
Fortunately, the hut contained both food and clothing, left there by
Captain Scott's Expedition.  The men killed as many seals as possible
and stored the meat and blubber.  June 2 brought a welcome addition to
the party in the form of the men who had been forced to remain at Hut
Point until the sea-ice became firm.  Mackintosh and those with him had
incurred some risk in making the crossing, since open water had been
seen on their route by the Cape Evans party only a short time before.
There were now ten men at Cape Evans--namely, Mackintosh, Spencer-
Smith, Joyce, Wild, Cope, Stevens, Hayward, Gaze, Jack, and Richards.
The winter had closed down upon the Antarctic and the party would not
be able to make any move before the beginning of September.  In the
meantime they overhauled the available stores and gear, made plans for
the work of the forthcoming spring and summer, and lived the severe but
not altogether unhappy life of the polar explorer in winter quarters.
Mackintosh, writing on June 5, surveyed his position:

"The decision of Stenhouse to make this bay the wintering place of the
ship was not reached without much thought and consideration of all
eventualities.  Stenhouse had already tried the Glacier Tongue and
other places, but at each of them the ship had been in an exposed and
dangerous position.  When this bay was tried the ship withstood several
severe blizzards, in which the ice remained in on several occasions.
When the ice did go out the moorings held.  The ship was moored bows
north.  She had both anchors down forward and two anchors buried
astern, to which the stern moorings were attached with seven lengths of
wire.  Taking all this into account, it was quite a fair judgment on
his part to assume that the ship would be secure here. The blizzard
that took the ship and the ice out of the bay was by no means as severe
as others she had weathered.  The accident proves again the uncertainty
of conditions in these regions.  I only pray and trust that the ship
and those aboard are safe.  I am sure they will have a thrilling story
to tell when we see them."

The 'Aurora' could have found safe winter quarters farther up McMurdo
Sound, towards Hut Point, but would have run the risk of being frozen
in over the following summer, and I had given instructions to
Mackintosh before he went south that this danger must be avoided.

"Meanwhile we are making all preparations here for a prolonged stay.
The shortage of clothing is our principal hardship.  The members of the
party from Hut Point have the clothes we wore when we left the ship on
January 25.  We have been without a wash all that time, and I cannot
imagine a dirtier set of people.  We have been attempting to get a wash
ever since we came back, but owing to the blow during the last two days
no opportunity has offered.  All is working smoothly here, and every
one is taking the situation very philosophically. Stevens is in charge
of the scientific staff and is now the senior officer ashore.  Joyce is
in charge of the equipment and has undertaken to improvise clothes out
of what canvas can be found here. Wild is working with Joyce.  He is a
cheerful, willing soul.  Nothing ever worries or upsets him, and he is
ever singing or making some joke or performing some amusing prank.
Richards has taken over the keeping of the meteorological log.  He is a
young Australian, a hard, conscientious worker, and I look forward to
good results from his endeavours.  Jack, another young Australian, is
his assistant. Hayward is the handy man, being responsible for the
supply of blubber.  Gaze, another Australian, is working in conjunction
with Hayward.  Spencer-Smith, the padre, is in charge of photography,
and, of course, assists in the general routine work.  Cope is the
medical officer.

"The routine here is as follows: Four of us, myself, Stevens,
Richards, and Spencer-Smith, have breakfast at 7 a.m.  The others are
called at 9 a.m., and their breakfast is served.  Then the table is
cleared, the floor is swept, and the ordinary work of the day is
commenced.  At 1 p.m. we have what we call 'a counter lunch,' that is,
cold food and cocoa.  We work from 2 p.m. till 5 p.m. After 5 p.m.
people can do what they like.  Dinner is at 7.  The men play games,
read, write up diaries.  We turn in early, since we have to economize
fuel and light.  Night-watches are kept by the scientific men, who have
the privilege of turning in during the day.  The day after my arrival
here I gave an outline of our situation and explained the necessity for
economy in the use of fuel, light, and stores, in view of the
possibility that we may have to stay here for two years.... We are not
going to commence work for the sledging operations until we know more
definitely the fate of the 'Aurora'.  I dare not think any disaster has
occurred."

During the remaining days of June the men washed and mended clothes,
killed seals, made minor excursions in the neighbourhood of the hut,
and discussed plans for the future.  They had six dogs, two being
bitches without experience of sledging.  One of these bitches had given
birth to a litter of pups, but she proved a poor mother and the young
ones died.  The animals had plenty of seal meat and were tended
carefully.

Mackintosh called a meeting of all hands on June 26 for the discussion
of the plans he had made for the depot-laying expedition to be
undertaken during the following spring and summer.

"I gave an outline of the position and invited discussion from the
members.  Several points were brought up.  I had suggested that one of
our party should remain behind for the purpose of keeping the
meteorological records and laying in a supply of meat and blubber. This
man would be able to hand my instructions to the ship and pilot a party
to the Bluff.  It had been arranged that Richards should do this.
Several objected on the ground that the whole complement would be
necessary, and, after the matter had been put to the vote, it was
agreed that we should delay the decision until the parties had some
practical work and we had seen how they fared.  The shortage of
clothing was discussed, and Joyce and Wild have agreed to do their best
in this matter.  October sledging (on the Barrier) was mentioned as
being too early, but is to be given a trial.  These were the most
important points brought up, and it was mutually and unanimously agreed
that we could do no more....  I know we are doing our best."

The party was anxious to visit Cape Royds, north of Cape Evans, but at
the end of June open water remained right across the Sound and a
crossing was impossible.  At Cape Royds is the hut used by the
Shackleton Expedition of 1907-1909, and the stores and supplies it
contains might have proved very useful.  Joyce and Wild made finneskoe
(fur boots) from spare sleeping-bags.  Mackintosh mentions that the
necessity of economizing clothing and footgear prevented the men taking
as much exercise as they would otherwise have done.  A fair supply of
canvas and leather had been found in the hut, and some men tried their
hands at making shoes.  Many seals had been killed and brought in, and
the supply of meat and blubber was ample for present needs.

During July Mackintosh made several trips northwards on the sea-ice,
but found always that he could not get far.  A crack stretched roughly
from Inaccessible Island to the Barne Glacier, and the ice beyond
looked weak and loose.  The improving light told of the returning sun.
Richards and Jack were weighing out stores in readiness for the
sledging expeditions.  Mackintosh, from the hill behind the hut, saw
open water stretching westward from Inaccessible Island on August 1,
and noted that probably McMurdo Sound was never completely frozen over.
A week later the extent of the open water appeared to have increased,
and the men began to despair of getting to Cape Royds.  Blizzards were
frequent and persistent.  A few useful articles were found in the
neighbourhood of the hut as the light improved, including some
discarded socks and underwear, left by members of the Scott Expedition,
and a case of candied peel, which was used for cakes.  A small fire
broke out in the hut on August 12. The acetylene-gas lighting plant
installed in the hut by Captain Scott had been rigged, and one day it
developed a leak. A member of the party searched for the leak with a
lighted candle, and the explosion that resulted fired some woodwork.
Fortunately the outbreak was extinguished quickly.  The loss of the hut
at this stage would have been a tragic incident.

Mackintosh and Stevens paid a visit to Cape Royds on August 13. They
had decided to attempt the journey over the Barne Glacier, and after
crossing a crevassed area they got to the slopes of Cape Barne and
thence down to the sea-ice.  They found this ice to be newly formed,
but sufficiently strong for their purpose, and soon reached the Cape
Royds hut.

"The outer door of the hut we found to be off," wrote Mackintosh. "A
little snow had drifted into the porch, but with a shovel, which we
found outside, this was soon cleared away.  We then entered, and in the
centre of the hut found a pile of snow and ice, which had come through
the open ventilator in the roof of the hut. We soon closed this.
Stevens prepared a meal while I cleared the ice and snow away from the
middle of the hut.  After our meal we commenced taking an inventory of
the stores inside.  Tobacco was our first thought.  Of this we found
one tin of Navy Cut and a box of cigars.  Soap, too, which now ensures
us a wash and clean clothes when we get back.  We then began to look
round for a sleeping-bag. No bags were here, however, but on the
improvised beds of cases we found two mattresses, an old canvas screen,
and two blankets.  We took it in turns to turn in.  Stevens started
first, while I kept the fire going.  No coal or blubber was here, so we
had to use wood, which, while keeping the person alongside it warm, did
not raise the temperature of the hut over freezing-point.  Over the
stove in a conspicuous place we found a notice by Scott's party that
parties using the hut should leave the dishes clean."

Mackintosh and Stevens stayed at the Cape Royds over the next day and
made a thorough examination of the stores there.  They found outside
the hut a pile of cases containing meats, flour, dried vegetables, and
sundries, at least a year's supply for a party of six.  They found no
new clothing, but made a collection of worn garments, which could be
mended and made serviceable.  Carrying loads of their spoils, they set
out for Cape Evans on the morning of August 15 across the sea-ice. Very
weak ice barred the way and they had to travel round the coast. They
got back to Cape Evans in two hours. During their absence Wild and Gaze
had climbed Inaccessible Island, Gaze having an ear badly frost-bitten
on the journey.  The tobacco was divided among the members of the
party.  A blizzard was raging the next day, and Mackintosh congratulated
himself on having chosen the time for his trip fortunately.

The record of the remaining part of August is not eventful.  All hands
were making preparations for the sledging, and were rejoicing in the
increasing daylight.  The party tried the special sledging ration
prepared under my own direction, and "all agreed it was excellent both
in bulk and taste."  Three emperor penguins, the first seen since the
landing, were caught on August 19.  By that time the returning sun was
touching with gold the peaks of the Western Mountains and throwing into
bold relief the massive form of Erebus. The volcano was emitting a
great deal of smoke, and the glow of its internal fires showed
occasionally against the smoke-clouds above the crater.  Stevens,
Spencer-Smith, and Cope went to Cape Royds on the 20th, and were still
there when the sun made its first appearance over Erebus on the 26th.
Preceding days had been cloudy, and the sun, although above the
horizon, had not been visible.

"The morning broke clear and fine," wrote Mackintosh.  "Over Erebus
the sun's rays peeped through the massed cumulus and produced the most
gorgeous cloud effects.  The light made us all blink and at the same
time caused the greatest exuberance of spirits. We felt like men
released from prison.  I stood outside the hut and looked at the truly
wonderful scenery all round.  The West Mountains were superb in their
wild grandeur.  The whole outline of peaks, some eighty or ninety
distant, showed up, stencilled in delicate contrast to the sky-line.
The immense ice-slopes shone white as alabaster against dark shadows.
The sky to the west over the mountains was clear, except for low-lying
banks at the foot of the slopes round about Mount Discovery.  To the
south hard streaks of stratus lay heaped  up to 30 degrees above the
horizon....  Then Erebus commenced to emit volumes of smoke, which rose
hundreds of feet and trailed away in a north-westerly direction.  The
southern slopes of Erebus were enveloped in a mass of cloud."  The
party from Cape Royds returned that afternoon, and there was
disappointment at their report that no more tobacco had been found.

The sledging of stores to Hut Point, in preparation for the depot-
laying journeys on the Barrier, was to begin on September 1.
Mackintosh, before that date, had discussed plans fully with the
members of his party.  He considered that sufficient sledging
provisions were available at Cape Evans, the supply landed from the
ship being supplemented by the stores left by the Scott Expedition of
1912-13 and the Shackleton Expedition of 1907-09. The supply of
clothing and tents was more difficult.  Garments brought from the ship
could be supplemented by old clothing found at Hut Point and Cape
Evans.  The Burberry wind-proof outer garments were old and in poor
order for the start of a season's sledging. Old sleeping-bags had been
cut up to make finneskoe (fur boots) and mend other sleeping-bags.
Three tents were available, one sound one landed from the 'Aurora', and
two old ones left by Captain Scott.  Mackintosh had enough sledges, but
the experience of the first journey with the dogs had been unfortunate,
and there were now only four useful dogs left. They did not make a full
team and would have to be used merely as an auxiliary to man-haulage.

The scheme adopted by Mackintosh, after discussion with the members of
his party, was that nine men, divided into three parties of three each,
should undertake the sledging.  One man would be left at Cape Evans to
continue the meteorological observations during the summer. The motor-
tractor, which had been left at Hut Point, was to be brought to Cape
Evans and, if possible, put into working order. Mackintosh estimated
that the provisions required for the consumption of the depot parties,
and for the depots to be placed southward to the foot of the Beardmore
Glacier, would amount to 4000 lbs. The first depot was to be placed off
Minna Bluff, and from there southward a depot was to be placed on each
degree of latitude.  The final depot would be made at the foot of the
Beardmore Glacier.  The initial task would be the haulage of stores
from Cape Evans to Hut Point, a distance of 13 miles.  All the sledging
stores had to be taken across, and Mackintosh proposed to place
additional supplies there in case a party, returning late from the
Barrier, had to spend winter months at Hut Point.

The first party, consisting of Mackintosh, Richards, and Spencer-
Smith, left Cape Evans on September 1 with 600 lbs. of stores on one
sledge, and had an uneventful journey to Hut Point.  They pitched a
tent half-way across the bay, on the sea-ice, and left it there for the
use of the various parties during the month.  At Hut Point they cleared
the snow from the motor-tractor and made some preliminary efforts to
get it into working order.  They returned to Cape Evans on the 3rd.
The second trip to Hut Point was made by a party of nine, with three
sledges.  Two sledges, man-hauled, were loaded with 1278 lbs. of
stores, and a smaller sledge, drawn by the dogs, carried the sleeping-
bags.  This party encountered a stiff southerly breeze, with low
temperature, and, as the men were still in rather soft condition, they
suffered much from frost bites.  Joyce and Gaze both had their heels
badly blistered.  Mackintosh's face suffered, and other men had fingers
and ears "bitten."  When they returned Gaze had to travel on a sledge,
since he could not set foot to the ground.  They tried to haul the
motor to Cape Evans on this occasion, but left it for another time
after covering a mile or so.  The motor was not working and was heavy
to pull.

Eight men made the third journey to Hut Point, Gaze and Jack remaining
behind.  They took 660 lbs. of oil and 630 lbs. of stores. From Hut
Point the next day (September 14) the party proceeded with loaded
sledges to Safety Camp, on the edge of the Barrier.  This camp would be
the starting-point for the march over the Barrier to the Minna Bluff
depot.  They left the two sledges, with 660 lbs. of oil and 500 lbs. of
oatmeal, sugar, and sundries, at Safety Camp and returned to Hut Point.
The dogs shared the work on this journey. The next day Mackintosh and
his companions took the motor to Cape Evans, hauling it with its grip-
wheels mounted on a sledge.  After a pause due to bad weather, a party
of eight men took another load to Hut Point on September 24, and on to
Safety Camp the next day. They got back to Cape Evans on the 26th.
Richards meanwhile had overhauled the motor and given it some trial
runs on the sea-ice. But he reported that the machine was not working
satisfactorily, and Mackintosh decided not to persevere with it.

"Everybody is up to his eyes in work," runs the last entry in the
journal left by Mackintosh at Cape Evans.  "All gear is being
overhauled, and personal clothing is having the last stitches.  We have
been improvising shoes to replace the finneskoe, of which we are badly
short.  Wild has made an excellent shoe out of an old horse-rug he
found here, and this is being copied by other men. I have made myself a
pair of mitts out of an old sleeping-bag. Last night I had a bath, the
second since being here....  I close this journal to-day (September 30)
and am packing it with my papers here.  To-morrow we start for Hut
Point.  Nine of us are going on the sledge party for laying depots--
namely, Stevens, Spencer-Smith, Joyce, Wild, Cope, Hayward, Jack,
Richards, and myself.  Gaze, who is still suffering from bad feet, is
remaining behind and will probably be relieved by Stevens after our
first trip.  With us we take three months' provisions to leave at Hut
Point.  I continue this journal in another book, which I keep with me."

The nine men reached Hut Point on October 1.  They took the last loads
with them.  Three sledges and three tents were to be taken on to the
Barrier, and the parties were as follows:

No. 1: Mackintosh, Spencer-Smith, and Wild; No. 2: Joyce, Cope, and
Richards; No. 3: Jack, Hayward, and Gaze. On October 3 and 4 some
stores left at Half-Way Camp were brought in, and other stores were
moved on to Safety Camp.  Bad weather delayed the start of the depot-
laying expedition from Hut Point until October 9.



CHAPTER XV

LAYING THE DEPOTS


Mackintosh's account of the depot-laying journeys undertaken by his
parties in the summer of 1915-16 unfortunately is not available.  The
leader of the parties kept a diary, but he had the book with him when
he was lost on the sea-ice in the following winter. The narrative of
the journeys has been compiled from the notes kept by Joyce, Richards,
and other members of the parties, and I may say here that it is a
record of dogged endeavour in the face of great difficulties and
serious dangers.  It is always easy to be wise after the event, and one
may realize now that the use of the dogs, untrained and soft from
shipboard inactivity, on the comparatively short journey undertaken
immediately after the landing in 1915 was a mistake.  The result was
the loss of nearly all the dogs before the longer and more important
journeys of 1915-16 were undertaken. The men were sledging almost
continuously during a period of six months; they suffered from frost-
bite, scurvy, snow-blindness, and the utter weariness of overtaxed
bodies.  But the they placed the depots in the required positions, and
if the Weddell Sea party had been able to make the crossing of the
Antarctic continent, the stores and fuel would have been waiting for us
where we expected to find them.

The position on October 9 was that the nine men at Hut Point had with
them the stores required for the depots and for their own maintenance
throughout the summer.  The remaining dogs were at Cape Evans with
Gaze, who had a sore heel and had been replaced temporarily by Stevens
in the sledging party.  A small quantity of stores had been conveyed
already to Safety Camp on the edge of the Barrier beyond Hut Point.
Mackintosh intended to form a large depot off Minna Bluff, seventy
miles out from Hut Point. This would necessitate several trips with
heavy loads.  Then he would use the Bluff depot as a base for the
journey to Mount Hope, at the foot of the Beardmore Glacier, where the
final depot was to be laid.

The party left Hut Point on the morning of October 9, the nine men
hauling on one rope and trailing three loaded sledges.  They reached
Safety Camp in the early afternoon, and, after repacking the sledges
with a load of about 2000 lbs., they began the journey over the
Barrier.  The pulling proved exceedingly heavy, and they camped at the
end of half a mile.  It was decided next day to separate the sledges,
three men to haul each sledge.  Mackintosh hoped that better progress
could be made in this way.  The distance for the day was only four
miles, and the next day's journey was no better.  Joyce mentions that
he had never done harder pulling, the surface being soft, and the load
amounting to 220 lbs. per man. The new arrangement was not a success,
owing to differences in hauling capacity and inequalities in the
loading of the sledges; and on the morning of the 12th, Mackintosh,
after consultation, decided to push forward with Wild and Spencer-
Smith, hauling one sledge and a relatively light load, and leave Joyce
and the remaining five men to bring two sledges and the rest of the
stores at their best pace.  This arrangement was maintained on the
later journeys. The temperatures were falling below -30 Fahr. at some
hours, and, as the men perspired freely while hauling their heavy loads
in the sun, they suffered a great deal of discomfort in the damp and
freezing clothes at night.  Joyce cut down his load on the 13th by
depot-ing some rations and spare clothing, and made better progress.
He was building snow-cairns as guide-posts for use on the return
journey.  He mentions passing some large crevasses during succeeding
days.  Persistent head winds with occasional drift made the conditions
unpleasant and caused many frost-bites. When the surface was hard, and
the pulling comparatively easy, the men slipped and fell continually,
"looking much like classical dancers."

On the 20th a northerly wind made possible the use of a sail, and
Joyce's party made rapid progress.  Jack sighted a bamboo pole during
the afternoon; and Joyce found that marked a depot he had laid for my
own "Farthest South" party in 1908.  He dug down in the hope of finding
some stores, but the depot had been cleared.  The party reached the
Bluff depot on the evening of the 21st and found that Mackintosh had
been there on the 19th. Mackintosh had left 178 lbs. of provisions, and
Joyce left one sledge and 273 lbs. of stores.  The most interesting
incident of the return journey was the discovery of a note left by Mr.
Cherry Garrard for Captain Scott on March 19, 1912, only a few days
before the latter perished at his camp farther south.  An upturned
sledge at this point was found to mark a depot of dog-biscuit and motor-
oil, laid by one of Captain Scott's parties. Joyce reached Safety Camp
on the afternoon of the 27th, and, after dumping all spare gear, pushed
on to Hut Point in a blizzard.  The sledges nearly went over a big drop
at the edge of the Barrier, and a few moments later Stevens dropped
down a crevasse to the length of his harness.

"Had a tough job getting him up, as we had no alpine rope and had to
use harness," wrote Joyce.  "Got over all right and had a very hard
pull against wind and snow, my face getting frost-bitten as I had to
keep looking up to steer.  We arrived at the hut about 7.30 p.m. after
a very hard struggle.  We found the Captain and his party there.  They
had been in for three days.  Gaze was also there with the dogs.  We
soon had a good feed and forgot our hard day's work."

Mackintosh decided to make use of the dogs on the second journey to
the Bluff depot.  He thought that with the aid of the dogs heavier
loads might be hauled.  This plan involved the dispatch of a party to
Cape Evans to get dog-pemmican.  Mackintosh himself, with Wild and
Spencer-Smith, started south again on October 29. Their sledge
overturned on the slope down to the sea-ice, and the rim of their tent-
spread was broken.  The damage did not appear serious, and the party
soon disappeared round Cape Armitage. Joyce remained in charge at Hut
Point, with instructions to get dog food from Cape Evans and make a
start south as soon as possible. He sent Stevens, Hayward, and Cope to
Cape Evans the next day, and busied himself with the repair of sledging-
gear.  Cope, Hayward, and Gaze arrived back from Cape Evans on November
1, Stevens having stayed at the base.  A blizzard delayed the start
southward, and the party did not get away until November 5.  The men
pulled in harness with the four dogs, and, as the surface was soft and
the loads on the two sledges were heavy, the advance was slow.  The
party covered 5 miles 700 yards on the 6th, 4 miles 300 yards on the
7th, and 8 miles 1800 yards on the 9th, with the aid of a light
northerly wind.  They passed on the 9th a huge bergstrom, with a drop
of about 70 feet from the flat surface of the Barrier. Joyce thought
that a big crevasse had caved in.  "We took some photographs," wrote
Joyce.  "It is a really extraordinary fill-in of ice, with cliffs of
blue ice about 70 feet high, and heavily crevassed, with overhanging
snow-curtains.  One could easily walk over the edge coming from the
north in thick weather."  Another bergstrom, with crevassed ice around
it, was encountered on the 11th. Joyce reached the Bluff depot on the
evening of the 14th and found that he could leave 624 lbs. of
provisions.  Mackintosh had been there several days earlier and had
left 188 lbs. of stores.

Joyce made Hut Point again on November 20 after an adventurous day.
The surface was good in the morning and he pushed forward rapidly.
About 10.30 a.m. the party encountered heavy pressure-ice with
crevasses, and had many narrow escapes.  "After lunch we came on four
crevasses quite suddenly.  Jack fell through.  We could not alter
course, or else we should have been steering among them, so galloped
right across.  We were going so fast that the dogs that went through
were jerked out.  It came on very thick at 2 p.m. Every bit of land was
obscured, and it was hard to steer.  Decided to make for Hut Point, and
arrived at 6.30 p.m., after doing twenty-two miles, a very good
performance.  I had a bad attack of snow-blindness and had to use
cocaine.  Hayward also had a bad time. I was laid up and had to keep my
eyes bandaged for three days. Hayward, too."  The two men were about
again on November 24, and the party started south on its third journey
to the Bluff on the 25th.  Mackintosh was some distance ahead, but the
two parties met on the 28th and had some discussion as to plans.
Mackintosh was proceeding to the Bluff depot with the intention of
taking a load of stores to the depot placed on lat. 80 S. in the first
season's sledging.  Joyce, after depositing his third load at the
Bluff, would return to Hut Point for a fourth and last load, and the
parties would then join forces for the journey southward to Mount Hope.

Joyce left 729 lbs. at the Bluff depot on December 2, reached Hut
Point on December 7, and, after allowing dogs and men a good rest, he
moved southward again on December 13.  This proved to be the worst
journey the party had made.  The men had much trouble with crevasses,
and they were held up by blizzards on December 16, 18, 19, 22, 23, 26,
and 27.  They spent Christmas Day struggling through soft snow against
an icy wind and drift.  The party reached the Bluff depot on December
28, and found that Mackintosh, who had been much delayed by the bad
weather, had gone south two days earlier on his way to the 80 S.
depot.  He had not made much progress and his camp was in sight.  He
had left instructions for Joyce to follow him.  The Bluff depot was now
well stocked. Between 2800 and 2900 lbs. of provisions had been dragged
to the depot for the use of parties working to the south of this point.
This quantity was in addition to stores placed there earlier in the
year.

Joyce left the Bluff depot on December 29, and the parties were
together two days later.  Mackintosh handed Joyce instructions to
proceed with his party to lat. 81 S and place a depot there.  He was
then to send three men back to Hut Point and proceed to lat. 82 S.,
where he would lay another depot.  Then if provisions permitted he
would push south as far as lat. 83. Mackintosh himself was reinforcing
the depot at lat. 80 S. and would then carry on southward.  Apparently
his instructions to Joyce were intended to guard against the
contingency of the parties failing to meet.  The dogs were hauling
well, and though their number was small they were of very great
assistance.  The parties were now ninety days out from Cape Evans, and
"all hands were feeling fit."

The next incident of importance was the appearance of a defect in one
of the two Primus lamps used by Joyce's party.  The lamps had all seen
service with one or other of Captain Scott's parties, and they had not
been in first-class condition when the sledging commenced. The
threatened failure of a lamp was a matter of grave moment, since a
party could not travel without the means of melting snow and preparing
hot food.  If Joyce took a faulty lamp past the 80 S. depot, his whole
party might have to turn back at lat. 81 S., and this would imperil
the success of the season's sledging.  He decided, therefore, to send
three men back from the 80 S. depot, which he reached on January 6,
1916.  Cope, Gaze, and Jack were the men to return.  They took the
defective Primus and a light load, and by dint of hard travelling,
without the aid of dogs, they reached Cape Evans on January 16.

Joyce, Richards, and Hayward went forward with a load of 1280 lbs.,
comprising twelve weeks' sledging rations, dog food and depot supplies,
in addition to the sledging-gear.  They built cairns at short intervals
as guides to the depots.  Joyce was feeding the dogs well and giving
them a hot hoosh every third night.  "It is worth it for the wonderful
amount of work they are doing.  If we can keep them to 82 S. I can
honestly say it is through their work we have got through."  On January
8 Mackintosh joined Joyce, and from that point the parties, six men
strong, went forward together.  They marched in thick weather during
January 10, 11, and 12, keeping the course by means of cairns, with a
scrap of black cloth on top of each one.  It was possible, by keeping
the cairns in line behind the sledges and building new ones as old ones
disappeared, to march on an approximately straight line.  On the
evening of the 12th they reached lat. 81 S., and built a large cairn
for the depot.  The stores left here were three weeks' rations for the
ordinary sledging unit of three men.  This quantity would provide five
days' rations for twelve men, half for the use of the overland party,
and half for the depot party on its return journey.

The party moved southwards again on January 13 in bad weather.

"After a little consultation we decided to get under way," wrote
Joyce.  "Although the weather is thick, and snow is falling, it is
worth while to make the effort.  A little patience with the direction
and the cairns, even if one has to put them up 200 yds. apart, enables
us to advance, and it seems that this weather will never break.  We
have cut up an old pair of trousers belonging to Richards to place on
the sides of the cairns, so as to make them more prominent.  It was
really surprising to find how we got on in spite of the snow and the
pie-crust surface.  We did 5 miles 75 yds. before lunch.  The dogs are
doing splendidly.  I really don't know how we should manage if it were
not for them....  The distance for the day was 10 miles 720 yds., a
splendid performance considering surface and weather."

The weather cleared on the 14th; and the men were able to get bearings
from the mountains to the westward.  They advanced fairly rapidly
during succeeding days, the daily distances being from ten to twelve
miles, and reached lat. 82 S. on the morning of January 18. The depot
here, like the depot at 81 S., contained five days' provisions for
twelve men.  Mackintosh was having trouble with the Primus lamp in his
tent, and this made it inadvisable to divide the party again.  It was
decided, therefore, that all should proceed, and that the next and last
depot should be placed on the base of Mount Hope, at the foot of the
Beardmore Glacier, in lat. 83 30 S.  The party proceeded at once and
advanced five miles beyond the depot before camping on the evening of
the 18th.

The sledge loads were now comparatively light, and on the 19th the
party covered 13 miles 700 yds.  A new trouble was developing, for
Spencer-Smith was suffering from swollen and painful legs, and was
unable to do much pulling.  Joyce wrote on the 21st that Smith was
worse, and that Mackintosh was showing signs of exhaustion.  A mountain
that he believed to be Mount Hope could be seen right ahead, over
thirty miles away.  Spencer-Smith, who had struggled forward gamely and
made no unnecessary complaints, started with the party the next morning
and kept going until shortly before noon.  Then he reported his
inability to proceed, and Mackintosh called a halt. Spencer-Smith
suggested that he should be left with provisions and a tent while the
other members of the party pushed on to Mount Hope, and pluckily
assured Mackintosh that the rest would put him right and that he would
be ready to march when they returned.  The party agreed, after a brief
consultation, to adopt this plan.  Mackintosh felt that the depot must
be laid, and that delay would be dangerous. Spencer-Smith was left with
a tent, one sledge, and provisions, and told to expect the returning
party in about a week.  The tent was made as comfortable as possible
inside, and food was placed within the sick man's reach.  Spencer-Smith
bade his companions a cheery good-bye after lunch, and the party was
six or seven miles away before evening.  Five men had to squeeze into
one tent that night, but with a minus temperature they did not object
to being crowded.

On January 23 a thick fog obscured all landmarks, and as bearings of
the mountains were now necessary the party had to camp at 11 a.m.,
after travelling only four miles.  The thick weather continued over the
24th, and the men did not move again until the morning of the 25th.
They did 17 miles that day, and camped at 6 p.m. on the edge of "the
biggest ice-pressure" Joyce had ever seen.  They were steering in
towards the mountains and were encountering the tremendous congestion
created by the flow of the Beardmore Glacier into the barrier ice.

"We decided to keep the camp up," ran Joyce's account of the work done
on January 26.  "Skipper, Richards, and myself roped ourselves
together, I taking the lead, to try and find a course through this
pressure.  We came across very wide crevasses, went down several, came
on top of a very high ridge, and such a scene! Imagine thousands of
tons of ice churned up to a depth of about 300 ft.  We took a couple of
photographs, then carried on to the east.  At last we found a passage
through, and carried on through smaller crevasses to Mount Hope, or we
hoped it was the mountain by that name.  We can see a great glacier
ahead which we take for the Beardmore, which this mountain is on, but
the position on the chart seems wrong.  [It was not.--E.H.S.] We nearly
arrived at the ice-foot when Richards saw something to the right, which
turned out to be two of Captain Scott's sledges, upright, but three-
quarters buried in snow.  Then we knew for certain this was the place
we had struggled to get to.  So we climbed the glacier on the slope and
went up about one and a quarter miles, and saw the great Beardmore
Glacier stretching to the south. It is about twenty-five miles wide--a
most wonderful sight.  Then we returned to our camp, which we found to
be six miles away.  We left at 8 a.m. and arrived back at 3 p.m., a
good morning's work.  We then had lunch.  About 4 p.m. we got under way
and proceeded with the two sledges and camped about 7 o'clock.  Wild,
Hayward and myself then took the depot up the Glacier, a fortnight's
provisions.  We left it lashed to a broken sledge and put up a large
flag.  I took two photographs of it.  We did not arrive back until
10.30 p.m. It was rather a heavy pull up.  I was very pleased to see
our work completed at last....  Turned in 12 o'clock.  The distance
done during day 22 miles."

The party remained in camp until 3.30 p.m. on the 27th, owing to a
blizzard with heavy snow.  Then they made a start in clearer weather
and got through the crevassed area before camping at 7 p.m. Joyce was
suffering from snow-blindness.  They were now homeward bound, with 365
miles to go.  They covered 16 miles on the 28th, with Joyce absolutely
blind and hanging to the harness for guidance, "but still pulling his
whack."  They reached Spencer-Smith's camp the next afternoon and found
him in his sleeping-bag, quite unable to walk. Joyce's diary of this
date contains a rather gloomy reference to the outlook, since he
guessed that Mackintosh also would be unable to make the homeward
march.  "The dogs are still keeping fit," he added. "If they will only
last to 80 S. we shall then have enough food to take them in, and then
if the ship is in I guarantee they will live in comfort the remainder
of their lives."

No march could be made on the 30th, since a blizzard was raging. The
party made 8 miles on the 31st, with Spencer-Smith on one of the
sledges in his sleeping-bag.  The sufferer was quite helpless, and had
to be lifted and carried about, but his courage did not fail him. His
words were cheerful even when his physical suffering and weakness were
most pronounced.  The distance for February 1 was 13 miles.  The next
morning the party abandoned one sledge in order to lighten the load,
and proceeded with a single sledge, Spencer-Smith lying on top of the
stores and gear.  The distance for the day was 15 miles. They picked
up the 82 S. depot on February 3, and took one week's provisions,
leaving two weeks' rations for the overland party. Joyce, Wild,
Richards, and Hayward were feeling fit. Mackintosh was lame and weak;
Spencer-Smith's condition was alarming. The party was being helped by
strong southerly winds, and the distances covered were decidedly good.
The sledge-meter recorded 15 miles 1700 yds. on February 4, 17 miles
1400 yds. on the 5th, 18 miles 1200 yds. on the 6th, and 13 miles 1000
yds. on the 7th, when the 81 S. depot was picked up at 10.30 a.m., and
one week's stores taken, two weeks' rations being left.

The march to the next depot, at 80 S., was uneventful.  The party
made good marches in spite of bad surfaces and thick weather, and
reached the depot late in the afternoon of February 12.  The supply of
stores at this depot was ample, and the men took a fortnight's rations
(calculated on a three-man basis), leaving nearly four weeks' rations.
Spencer-Smith seemed a little better, and all hands were cheered by the
rapid advance.  February 14, 15, and 16 were bad days, the soft surface
allowing the men to sink to their knees at times. The dogs had a rough
time, and the daily distances fell to about eight miles.  Mackintosh's
weakness was increasing.  Then on the 18th, when the party was within
twelve miles of the Bluff depot, a furious blizzard made travelling
impossible.  This blizzard raged for five days.  Rations were reduced
on the second day, and the party went on half-rations the third day.

"Still blizzarding," wrote Joyce on the 20th.  "Things are serious,
what with our patient and provisions running short. Dog provisions are
nearly out, and we have to halve their rations. We are now on one cup
of hoosh among the three of us, with one biscuit and six lumps of
sugar.  The most serious of calamities is that our oil is running out.
We have plenty of tea, but no fuel to cook it with."  The men in
Mackintosh's tent were in no better plight.  Mackintosh himself was in
a bad way.  He was uncertain about his ability to resume the march, but
was determined to try.

"Still blizzarding," wrote Joyce again on the 21st.  "We are lying in
pools of water made by our bodies through staying in the same place for
such a long time.  I don't know what we shall do if this does not ease.
It has been blowing continuously without a lull. The food for to-day
was one cup of pemmican amongst three of us, one biscuit each, and two
cups of tea among the three."  The kerosene was exhausted, but Richards
improvised a lamp by pouring some spirit (intended for priming the oil-
lamp) into a mug, lighting it, and holding another mug over it.  It
took half an hour to heat a mug of melted snow in this way.  "Same old
thing, no ceasing of this blizzard," was Joyce's note twenty-four hours
later.  "Hardly any food left except tea and sugar.  Richards, Hayward,
and I, after a long talk, decided to get under way to-morrow in any
case, or else we shall be sharing the fate of Captain Scott and his
party.  The other tent seems to be very quiet, but now and again we
hear a burst of song from Wild, so they are in the land of the living.
We gave the dogs the last of their food to-night, so we shall have to
push, as a great deal depends on them." Further quotations from Joyce's
diary tell their own story.

"February 23, Wednesday.--About 11 o'clock saw a break in the clouds
and the sun showing.  Decided to have the meal we kept for getting
under way.  Sang out to the Skipper's party that we should shift as
soon as we had a meal.  I asked Wild, and found they had a bag of
oatmeal, some Bovril cubes, one bag of chocolate, and eighteen
biscuits, so they are much better off than we are. After we had our
meal we started to dig out our sledge, which we found right under. It
took us two hours, and one would hardly credit how weak we were. Two
digs of the shovel and we were out of breath.  This was caused through
our lying up on practically no food.  After getting sledge out we took
it around to the Skipper's tent on account of the heavy sastrugi, which
was very high.  Got under way about 2.20.  Had to stop very often on
account of sail, etc.  About 3.20 the Skipper, who had tied himself to
the rear of the sledge, found it impossible to proceed.  So after a
consultation with Wild and party, decided to pitch their tent, leaving
Wild to look after the Skipper and Spencer-Smith, and make the best of
our way to the depot, which is anything up to twelve miles away.  So we
made them comfortable and left them about 3.40.  I told Wild I should
leave as much as possible and get back 26th or 27th, weather
permitting, but just as we left them it came on to snow pretty hard,
sun going in, and we found even with the four dogs we could not make
more than one-half to three-quarters of a mile an hour.  The surface is
so bad that sometimes you go in up to your waist; still in spite of all
this we carried on until 6.35. Camped in a howling blizzard.  I found
my left foot badly frost-bitten.  Now after this march we came into our
banquet--one cup of tea and half a biscuit.  Turned in at 9 o'clock.
Situation does not look very cheerful.  This is really the worst
surface I have ever come across in all my journeys here."

Mackintosh had stayed on his feet as long as was humanly possible. The
records of the outward journey show clearly that he was really unfit to
continue beyond the 82 S. depot, and other members of the party would
have liked him to have stayed with Spencer-Smith at lat. 83 S.  But
the responsibility for the work to be done was primarily his, and he
would not give in. He had been suffering for several weeks from what he
cheerfully called "a sprained leg," owing to scurvy.  He marched for
half an hour on the 23rd before breaking down, but had to be supported
partly by Richards. Spencer-Smith was sinking.  Wild, who stayed in
charge of the two invalids, was in fairly good condition.  Joyce,
Richards, and Hayward, who had undertaken the relief journey, were all
showing symptoms of scurvy, though in varying degrees.  Their legs were
weak, their gums swollen. The decision that the invalids, with Wild,
should stay in camp from February 24, while Joyce's party pushed
forward to Bluff depot, was justified fully by the circumstances.
Joyce, Richards, and Hayward had difficulty in reaching the depot with
a nearly empty sledge.  An attempt to make their journey with two
helpless men might have involved the loss of the whole party.

"February 24, Thursday.--Up at 4:30; had one cup of tea, half biscuit;
under way after 7.  Weather, snowing and blowing like yesterday.
Richards, laying the cairns had great trouble in getting the compass
within 10 on account of wind.  During the forenoon had to stop every
quarter of an hour on account of our breath.  Every time the sledge
struck a drift she stuck in (although only 200 lbs.), and in spite of
three men and four dogs we could only shift her with the 1-2-3 haul.  I
wonder if this weather will ever clear up. Camped in an exhausted
condition about 12.10. Lunch, half cup of weak tea and quarter biscuit,
which took over half an hour to make. Richards and Hayward went out of
tent to prepare for getting under way, but the force of wind and snow
drove them back.  The force of wind is about seventy to eighty miles
per hour.  We decided to get the sleeping-bags in, which took some
considerable time.  The worst of camping is the poor dogs and our weak
condition, which means we have to get out of our wet sleeping-bags and
have another half cup of tea without working for it. With scrapings
from dog-tank it is a very scanty meal.  This is the second day the
dogs have been without food, and if we cannot soon pick up depot and
save the dogs it will be almost impossible to drag our two invalids
back the one hundred miles which we have to go. The wind carried on
with unabating fury until 7 o'clock, and then came a lull. We at once
turned out, but found it snowing so thickly that it was impossible to
proceed on account of our weakness.  No chance must we miss.  Turned in
again.  Wind sprang up again with heavy drift 8.30.  In spite of
everything my tent-mates are very cheerful and look on the bright side
of everything.  After a talk we decided to wait and turned in.  It is
really wonderful what dreams we have, especially of food.  Trusting in
Providence for fine weather to-morrow.

"February 25, Friday.--Turned out 4.45.  Richards prepared our usual
banquet, half cup of tea, quarter biscuit, which we relished. Under way
at 7, carried on, halting every ten minutes or quarter of an hour.
Weather, snowing and blowing same as yesterday.  We are in a very weak
state, but we cannot give in.  We often talk about poor Captain Scott
and the blizzard that finished him and party. If we had stayed in our
tent another day I don't think we should have got under way at all, and
we would have shared the same fate. But if the worst comes we have made
up our minds to carry on and die in harness.  If any one were to see us
on trek they would be surprised, three men staggering on with four
dogs, very weak; practically empty sledge with fair wind and just
crawling along; our clothes are all worn out, finneskoe and sleeping
bags torn. Tent is our worst point, all torn in front, and we are
afraid to camp on account of it, as it is too cold to mend it.  We
camped for our grand lunch at noon.  After five hours' struggling I
think we did about three miles.  After lunch sat in our tent talking
over the situation.  Decided to get under way again as soon as there is
any clearance.  Snowing and blowing, force about fifty or sixty miles
an hour.

"February 26, Saturday.--Richards went out 1.10 a.m. and found it
clearing a bit, so we got under way as soon as possible, which was 2.10
a.m.  About 2.35 Richards sighted depot, which seemed to be right on
top of us.  I suppose we camped no more than three-quarters of a mile
from it.  The dogs sighted it, which seemed to electrify them.  They
had new life and started to run, but we were so weak that we could not
go more than 200 yds. and then spell.  I think another day would have
seen us off.  Arrived at depot 3.25; found it in a dilapidated
condition, cases all about the place.  I don't suppose there has ever
been a weaker party arrive at any depot, either north or south.  After
a hard struggle got our tent up and made camp.  Then gave the dogs a
good feed of pemmican.  If ever dogs saved the lives of any one they
have saved ours.  Let us hope they will continue in good health, so
that we can get out to our comrades.  I started on our cooking.  Not
one of us had any appetite, although we were in the land of plenty, as
we call this depot; plenty of biscuit, etc., but we could not eat.  I
think it is the reaction, not only in arriving here, but also finding
no news of the ship, which was arranged before we left.  We all think
there has been a calamity there.  Let us hope for the best.  We decided
to have rolled-oats and milk for a start, which went down very well,
and then a cup of tea.  How cheery the Primus sounds.  It seems like
coming out of a thick London fog into a drawing-room.  After a
consultation we decided to have a meal of pemmican in four hours, and
so on, until our weakness was gone. Later.--Still the same weather.  We
shall get under way and make a forced march back as soon as possible.
I think we shall get stronger travelling and feeding well. Later.--
Weather will not permit us to travel yet. Mended our torn tent with
food-bags.  This took four hours. Feeding the dogs every four hours,
and Richards and Hayward built up depot.  It is really surprising to
find it takes two men to lift a 50-lb. case; it only shows our
weakness.  Weather still the same; force of wind at times about seventy
to ninety miles an hour; really surprising how this can keep on so long.

"February 27, Sunday.--Wind continued with fury the whole night.
Expecting every minute to have the tent blown off us.  Up 5 o'clock;
found it so thick one could not get out of the tent.  We are still very
weak, but think we can do the twelve miles to our comrades in one long
march.  If only it would clear up for just one day we would not mind.
This is the longest continuous blizzard I have ever been in.  We have
not had a travelling day for eleven days, and the amount of snow that
has fallen is astonishing.  Later.--Had a meal 10.30 and decided to get
under way in spite of the wind and snow. Under way  12 o'clock.  We
have three weeks' food on sledge, about 160 lbs., and one week's dog-
food, 50 lbs.  The whole weight, all told, about 600 lbs., and also
taking an extra sledge to bring back Captain Mackintosh.  To our
surprise we could not shift the sledges.  After half an hour we got
about ten yards.  We turned the sledge up and scraped runners; it went
a little better after.  I am afraid our weakness is much more than we
think.  Hayward is in rather a bad way about his knees, which are
giving him trouble and are very painful; we will give him a good
massage when we camp.  The dogs have lost all heart in pulling; they
seem to think that going south again is no good to them; they seem to
just jog along, and one cannot do more. I don't suppose our pace is
more than one-half or three-quarters of a mile per hour.  The surface
is rotten, snow up to one's knees, and what with wind and drift a very
bad outlook. Lunched about 4.30. Carried on until 11.20, when we
camped. It was very dark making our dinner, but soon got through the
process. Then Richards spent an hour or so in rubbing Hayward with
methylated spirits, which did him a world of good.  If he were to break
up now I should not know what to do.  Turned in about 1.30.  It is now
calm, but overcast with light falling snow.

"February 28, Monday.--Up at 6 o'clock; can just see a little sky-
line.  Under way at 9 o'clock.  The reason of delay, had to mend
finneskoe, which are in a very dilapidated condition.  I got my feet
badly frost-bitten yesterday.  About 11 o'clock came on to snow,
everything overcast.  We ought to reach our poor boys in three or four
hours, but Fate wills otherwise, as it came on again to blizzard force
about 11.45.  Camped at noon.  I think the party must be within a very
short distance, but we cannot go on as we might pass them, and as we
have not got any position to go on except compass.  Later.--Kept on
blizzarding all afternoon and night.

"February 29, Tuesday.--Up at 5 o'clock; still very thick. It cleared
up a little to the south about 8 o'clock, when Richards sighted
something black to the north of us, but could not see properly what it
was.  After looking round sighted camp to the south, so we got under
way as soon as possible.  Got up to the camp about 12.45, when Wild
came out to meet us.  We gave him a cheer, as we fully expected to find
all down.  He said he had taken a little exercise every day; they had
not any food left. The Skipper then came out of the tent, very weak and
as much as he could do to walk.  He said, 'I want to thank you for
saving our lives.'  I told Wild to go and give them a feed and not to
eat too much at first in case of reaction, as I am going to get under
way as soon as they have had a feed.  So we had lunch, and the Skipper
went ahead to get some exercise, and after an hour's digging out got
everything ready for leaving.  When we lifted Smith we found he was in
a great hole which he had melted through.  This party had been in one
camp for twelve days. We got under way and picked the Skipper up; he
had fallen down, too weak to walk.  We put him on the sledge we had
brought out, and we camped about 8 o'clock.  I think we did about three
miles, rather good with two men on the sledges and Hayward in a very
bad way.  I don't think there has been a party, either north or south,
in such straits, three men down and three of us very weak; but the dogs
seem to have new life since we turned north. I think they realize they
are homeward bound.  I am glad we kept them, even when we were
starving. I knew they would have to come in at the finish.  We have now
to look forward to southerly winds for help, which I think we shall get
at this time of year.  Let us hope the temperature will keep up, as our
sleeping-bags are wet through and worn out, and all our clothes full of
holes, and finneskoe in a dilapidated condition; in fact, one would not
be out on a cold day in civilization with the rotten clothes we have
on.  Turned in 11 o'clock, wet through, but in a better frame of mind.
Hope to try and reach the depot to-morrow, even if we have to march
overtime.

"March 1, Wednesday.--Turned out usual time; a good south wind, but,
worse luck, heavy drift.  Set sail; put the Skipper on rear sledge. The
temperature has gone down and it is very cold.  Bluff in sight. We are
making good progress, doing a good mileage before lunch. After lunch a
little stronger wind.  Hayward still hanging on to sledge; Skipper fell
off twice.  Reached depot 5.45.  When camping found we had dropped our
tent-poles, so Richards went back a little way and spotted them through
the binoculars about half a mile off, and brought them back.  Hayward
and I were very cold by that time, the drift very bad.  Moral: See
everything properly secured.  We soon had our tent up, cooked our
dinner in the dark, and turned in about 10 o'clock.

"March 2, Thursday.--Up as usual.  Strong south-west wind with heavy
drift.  Took two weeks' provisions from the depot.  I think that will
last us through, as there is another depot about fifty miles north from
here; I am taking the outside course on account of the crevasses, and
one cannot take too many chances with two men on sledges and one
crippled.  Under way about 10 o'clock; lunched noon in a heavy drift;
took an hour to get the tents up, etc., the wind being so heavy.  Found
sledges buried under snow after lunch, took some time to get under way.
Wind and drift very heavy; set half-sail on the first sledge and under
way about 3.30. The going is perfect; sometimes sledges overtaking us.
Carried on until 8 o'clock, doing an excellent journey for the day;
distance about eleven or twelve miles.  Gives one a bit of heart to
carry on like this; only hope we can do this all the way.  Had to cook
our meals in the dark, but still we did not mind.  Turned in about 11
o'clock, pleased with ourselves, although we were wet through with
snow, as it got through all the holes in our clothes, and the sleeping-
bags are worse than awful.

"March 3, Friday.--Up the usual time.  It has been blowing a raging
blizzard all night.  Found to our disgust utterly impossible to carry
on.  Another few hours of agony in these rotten bags. Later.--Blizzard
much heavier.  Amused myself mending finneskoe and Burberrys, mitts and
socks.  Had the Primus while this operation was in force.  Hoping for a
fine day to-morrow.

"March 4, Saturday.--Up 5.20.  Still blizzarding, but have decided to
get under way as we will have to try and travel through everything, as
Hayward is getting worse, and one doesn't know who is the next.  No
mistake it is scurvy, and the only possible cure is fresh food.  I
sincerely hope the ship is in; if not we shall get over the hills by
Castle Rock, which is rather difficult and will delay another couple of
days.  Smith is still cheerful; he has hardly moved for weeks and he
has to have everything done for him.  Got under way 9.35.  It took some
two hours to dig out dogs and sledges, as they were completely buried.
It is the same every morning now. Set sail, going along pretty fair.
Hayward gets on sledge now and again.  Lunched as usual; sledges got
buried again at lunch-time.  It takes some time to camp now, and in
this drift it is awful.  In the afternoon wind eased a bit and drift
went down.  Found it very hard pulling with the third man on sledge, as
Hayward has been on all the afternoon. Wind veered two points to south,
so we had a fair wind. An hour before we camped Erebus and Terror
showing up, a welcome sight. Only hope wind will continue.  Drift is
worst thing to contend with as it gets into our clothes, which are wet
through now.  Camped 8 o'clock.  Cooked in the dark, and turned in in
our wet sleeping-bags about 10 o'clock.  Distance about eight or nine
miles.

"March 5, Sunday.--Turned out 6.15.  Overslept a little; very tired
after yesterday.  Sun shining brightly and no wind.  It seemed strange
last night, no flapping of tent in one's ears.  About 8.30 came on to
drift again.  Under way 9.20, both sails set.  Sledge going hard,
especially in soft places.  If Hayward had not broken down we should
not feel the weight so much.  Lunch 12.45.  Under way at 3.  Wind and
drift very heavy.  A good job it is blowing some, or else we should
have to relay.  All land obscured.  Distance about ten or eleven miles,
a very good performance.  Camped 7.10 in the dark. Patients not in the
best of trim.  I hope to get in, bar accidents, in four days.

"March 6, Monday.--Under way 9.20.  Picked up thirty-two mile depot 11
o'clock.  Going with a fair wind in the forenoon, which eased somewhat
after lunch and so caused very heavy work in pulling.  It seems to me
we shall have to depot someone if the wind eases at all. Distance
during day about eight miles.

"March 7, Tuesday.--Under way  9 o'clock.  Although we turn out at 5
it seems a long time to get under way.  There is double as much work to
do now with our invalids.  This is the calmest day we have had for
weeks.  The sun is shining and all land in sight. It is very hard
going.  Had a little breeze about 11 o'clock, set sail, but work still
very, very heavy.  Hayward and Skipper going on ahead with sticks, very
slow pace, but it will buck them up and do them good. If one could only
get some fresh food!  About 11 o'clock decided to camp and overhaul
sledges and depot all gear except what is actually required.  Under way
again at 2, but surface being so sticky did not make any difference.
After a consultation the Skipper decided to stay behind in a tent with
three weeks' provisions whilst we pushed on with Smith and Hayward. It
seems hard, only about thirty miles away, and yet cannot get any
assistance.  Our gear is absolutely rotten, no sleep last night,
shivering all night in wet bags.  I wonder what will be the outcome of
it all after our struggle.  Trust in Providence.  Distance about three
and a half miles.

"March 8, Wednesday.--Under way 9.20.  Wished the Skipper good-bye;
took Smith and Hayward on.  Had a fair wind, going pretty good. Hope to
arrive in Hut Point in four days.  Lunched at No. 2 depot. Distance
about four and a half miles.  Under way as usual after lunch; head
wind, going very heavy.  Carried on until 6.30. Distance about eight or
nine miles.

"March 9, Thursday.--Had a very bad night, cold intense. Temperature
down to -29 all night.  At 4 a.m.  Spencer-Smith called out that he
was feeling queer.  Wild spoke to him. Then at 5.45 Richards suddenly
said, 'I think he has gone.'  Poor Smith, for forty days in pain he had
been dragged on the sledge, but never grumbled or complained.  He had a
strenuous time in his wet bag, and the jolting of the sledge on a very
weak heart was not too good for him.  Sometimes when we lifted him on
the sledge he would nearly faint, but during the whole time he never
complained.  Wild looked after him from the start.  We buried him in
his bag at 9 o'clock at the following position: Ereb. 184--Obs. Hill
149.  We made a cross of bamboos, and built a mound and cairn, with
particulars.  After that got under way with Hayward on sledge.  Found
going very hard, as we had a northerly wind in our faces, with a
temperature below 20.  What with frost-bites, etc., we are all
suffering.  Even the dogs seem like giving in; they do not seem to take
any interest in their work. We have been out much too long, and nothing
ahead to cheer us up but a cold, cheerless hut.  We did about two and a
half miles in the forenoon; Hayward toddling ahead every time we had a
spell. During lunch the wind veered to the south with drift, just right
to set sail.  We carried on with Hayward on sledge and camped in the
dark about 8 o'clock.  Turned in at 10, weary, worn, and sad. Hoping to
reach depot to-morrow.

"March 10, Friday.--Turned out as usual.  Beam wind, going pretty
fair, very cold.  Came into very soft snow about 3; arrived at Safety
Camp 5 o'clock.  Got to edge of Ice Barrier; found passage over in a
bay full of seals.  Dogs got very excited; had a job to keep them away.
By the glass it looked clear right to Cape Armitage, which is four and
a half miles away.  Arrived there 8 o'clock, very dark and bad light.
Found open water.  Turned to climb slopes against a strong north-
easterly breeze with drift. Found a place about a mile away, but we
were so done up that it took until 11.30 to get gear up. This slope was
about 150 yds. up, and every three paces we had to stop and get breath.
Eventually camped and turned in about 2 o'clock.  I think this is the
worst day I ever spent.  What with the disappointment of not getting
round the Point, and the long day and the thought of getting Hayward
over the slopes, it is not very entertaining for sleep.

"March 11, Saturday.--Up at 7 o'clock; took binoculars and went over
the slope to look around the Cape.  To my surprise found the open water
and pack at the Cape only extended for about a mile. Came down and gave
the boys the good news.  I think it would take another two hard days to
get over the hills, and we are too weak to do much of that, as I am
afraid of another collapsing.  Richards and Wild climbed up to look at
the back of the bay and found the ice secure. Got under way 10.30, went
round the Cape and found ice; very slushy, but continued on.  No
turning now; got into hard ice shortly after, eventually arriving at
Hut Point about 3 o'clock. It seems strange after our adventures to
arrive back at the old hut. This place has been standing since we built
it in 1901, and has been the starting-point of a few expeditions since.
When we were coming down the bay I could fancy the Discovery there when
Scott arrived from his Farthest South in 1902, the ship decorated
rainbow fashion, and Lieutenant Armitage giving out the news that
Captain Scott had got to 82 17 S. We went wild that day. But now our
homecoming is quite different. Hut half-full of snow through a window
being left open and drift getting in; but we soon got it shipshape and
Hayward in.  I had the fire going and plenty of vegetables on, as there
was a fair supply of dried vegetables. Then after we had had a feed,
Richards and Wild went down the bay and killed a couple of seals.  I
gave a good menu of seal meat at night, and we turned in about 11
o'clock, full--too full, in fact. As there is no news here of the ship,
and we cannot see her, we surmise she has gone down with all hands.  I
cannot see there is any chance of her being afloat or she would be
here.  I don't know how the Skipper will take it.

"March 12, Sunday.--Heard groans proceeding from the sleeping-bags all
night; all hands suffering from over-eating.  Hayward not very well.
Turned out 8 o'clock.  Good breakfast--porridge, seal, vegetables, and
coffee; more like a banquet to us.  After breakfast Richards and Wild
killed a couple of seals whilst I made the hut a bit comfy.  Hayward
can hardly move.  All of us in a very bad state, but we must keep up
exercise.  My ankles and knees badly swollen, gums prominent.  Wild,
very black around joints, and gums very black. Richards about the best
off.  After digging hut out I prepared food which I think will keep the
scurvy down. The dogs have lost their lassitude and are quite frisky,
except Oscar, who is suffering from over-feeding.  After a strenuous
day's work turned in 10 o'clock.

"March 13, Monday.--Turned out 7 o'clock.  Carried on much the same as
yesterday, bringing in seal blubber and meat.  Preparing for departure
to-morrow; hope every one will be all right.  Made new dog harness and
prepared sledges.  In afternoon cooked sufficient seal meat for our
journey out and back, and same for dogs.  Turned in 10 o'clock, feeling
much better.

"March 14, Tuesday.--A beautiful day.  Under way after lunch. One
would think, looking at our party, that we were the most ragged lot one
could meet in a day's march; all our clothes past mending, our faces as
black as niggers'--a sort of crowd one would run away from. Going
pretty good.  As soon as we rounded Cape Armitage a dead head wind with
a temperature of -18 Fahr., so we are not in for a pleasant time.
Arrived at Safety Camp 6 o'clock, turned in 8.30, after getting
everything ready.

"March 15, Wednesday.--Under way as usual.  Nice calm day.  Had a very
cold night, temperature going down to -30 Fahr. Going along at a
rattling good rate; in spite of our swollen limbs we did about fifteen
miles.  Very cold when we camped; temperature -20 Fahr. Turned in 9
o'clock.

"March 16, Thursday.--Up before the sun, 4.45 a.m.  Had a very cold
night, not much sleep.  Under way early.  Going good. Passed Smith's
grave 10.45 a.m. and had lunch at depot. Saw Skipper's camp just after,
and looking through glass found him outside tent, much to the joy of
all hands, as we expected him to be down.  Picked him up 4.15 p.m.
Broke the news of Smith's death and no ship.  I gave him the date of
the 17th to look out for our returning, so he had a surprise. We struck
his camp and went north for about a mile and camped.  We gave the
Skipper a banquet of seal, vegetables, and black currant jam, the feed
of his life. He seems in a bad way.  I hope to get him in in three
days, and I think fresh food will improve him.  We turned in 8 o'clock.
Distance done during day sixteen miles.

"March 17, Friday.--Up at 5 o'clock.  Under way 8 a.m.  Skipper
feeling much better after feeding him up.  Lunched a few yards past
Smith's grave.  Had a good afternoon, going fair.  Distance about
sixteen miles.  Very cold night, temperature -30 Fahr. What with wet
bags and clothes, rotten.

"March 18, Saturday.--Turned out 5 o'clock.  Had rather a cold night.
Temperature -29 Fahr.  Surface very good.  The Skipper walked for a
little way, which did him good.  Lunched as usual.  Pace good.  After
lunch going good.  Arrived at Safety Camp 4.10 p.m.  To our delight
found the sea-ice in the same condition and arrived at Hut Point at 7
o'clock.  Found Hayward still about same. Set to, made a good dinner,
and all hands seem in the best of spirits.  Now we have arrived and got
the party in, it remains to themselves to get better.  Plenty of
exercise and fresh food ought to do miracles.  We have been out 160
days, and done a distance of 1561 miles, a good record.  I think the
irony of fate was poor Smith going under a day before we got in.  I
think we shall all soon be well.  Turned in 10.30 p.m.  Before turning
in Skipper shook us by the hand with great emotion, thanking us for
saving his life."

Richards, summarizing the work of the parties, says that the journeys
made between September 1 and March 18, a period of 160 days, totalled
1561 miles.  The main journey, from Hut Point to Mount Hope and return,
was 830 miles.

"The equipment," he adds, "was old at the commencement of the season,
and this told severely at the later stages of the journey. Three Primus
lamps gave out on the journeys, and the old tent brought back by one of
the last parties showed rents several feet in length. This hampered the
travelling in the long blizzards.  Finneskoe were also in pieces at the
end, and time had frequently to be lost through repairs to clothing
becoming imperative.  This account would not be complete without some
mention of the unselfish service rendered by Wild to his two ill tent-
mates.  From the time he remained behind at the long blizzard till the
death of Spencer-Smith he had two helpless men to attend to, and
despite his own condition he was ever ready, night or day, to minister
to their wants.  This, in a temperature of -30 Fahr. at times, was no
light task.

"Without the aid of four faithful friends, Oscar, Con, Gunner, and
Towser, the party could never have arrived back.  These dogs from
November 5 accompanied the sledging parties, and, although the pace was
often very slow, they adapted themselves well to it.  Their endurance
was fine.  For three whole days at one time they had not a scrap of
food, and this after a period on short rations. Though they were feeble
towards the end of the trip, their condition usually was good, and
those who returned with them will ever remember the remarkable service
they rendered.

"The first indication of anything wrong with the general health of the
party occurred at about lat. 82 30 S., when Spencer-Smith complained
of stiffness in the legs and discolouration.  He attributed this to
holes in his windproof clothing.  At lat. 83 S., when he gave way, it
was thought that the rest would do him good. About the end of January
Captain Mackintosh showed very serious signs of lameness.  At this time
his party had been absent from Hut Point, and consequently from fresh
food, about three months.

"On the journey back Spencer-Smith gradually became weaker, and for
some time before the end was in a very weak condition indeed. Captain
Mackintosh, by great efforts, managed to keep his feet until the long
blizzard was encountered.  Here it was that Hayward was first found to
be affected with the scurvy, his knees being stiff. In his case the
disease took him off his feet very suddenly, apparently causing the
muscles of his legs to contract till they could be straightened hardly
more than a right angle.  He had slight touches in the joints of the
arms.  In the cases of Joyce, Wild, and Richards, joints became stiff
and black in the rear, but general weakness was the worst symptom
experienced.  Captain Mackintosh's legs looked the worst in the party."

The five men who were now at Hut Point found quickly that some of the
winter months must be spent there.  They had no news of the ship, and
were justified in assuming that she had not returned to the Sound,
since if she had some message would have been awaiting them at Hut
Point, if not farther south.  The sea-ice had broken and gone north
within a mile of the point, and the party must wait until the new ice
became firm as far as Cape Evans.  Plenty of seal meat was available,
as well as dried vegetables, and the fresh food improved the condition
of the patients very rapidly.  Richards massaged the swollen joints and
found that this treatment helped a good deal. Before the end of March
Mackintosh and Hayward, the worst sufferers, were able to take
exercise.  By the second week of April Mackintosh was free of pain,
though the backs of his legs were still discoloured.

A tally of the stores at the hut showed that on a reasonable allowance
the supply would last till the middle of June.  Richards and Wild
killed many seals, so that there was no scarcity of meat and blubber.
A few penguins were also secured.  The sole means of cooking food and
heating the hut was an improvised stove of brick, covered with two
sheets of iron.  This had been used by the former Expedition.  The
stove emitted dense smoke and often made the hut very uncomfortable,
while at the same time it covered the men and all their gear with
clinging and penetrating soot. Cleanliness was out of the question, and
this increased the desire of the men to get across to Cape Evans.
During April the sea froze in calm weather, but winds took the ice out
again.  On April 23 Joyce walked four miles to the north, partly on
young ice two inches thick, and he thought then that the party might be
able to reach Cape Evans within a few days.  But a prolonged blizzard
took the ice out right up to the Point, so that the open water extended
at the end of April right up to the foot of Vinie's Hill. Then came a
spell of calm weather, and during the first week of May the sea-ice
formed rapidly.  The men made several short trips over it to the north.
The sun had disappeared below the horizon in the middle of April, and
would not appear again for over four months.

The disaster that followed is described by both Richards and Joyce.
"And now a most regrettable incident occurred," wrote Richards.  "On
the morning of May 8, before breakfast, Captain Mackintosh asked Joyce
what he thought of his going to Cape Evans with Hayward. Captain
Mackintosh considered the ice quite safe, and the fine morning no doubt
tempted him to exchange the quarters at the hut for the greater comfort
and better food at Cape Evans." (Mackintosh naturally would be anxious
to know if the men at Cape Evans were well and had any news of the
ship.) "He was strongly urged at the time not to take the risk, as it
was pointed out that the ice, although firm, was very young, and that a
blizzard was almost sure to take part of it out to sea."

However, at about 1 p.m., with the weather apparently changing for the
worse, Mackintosh and Hayward left, after promising to turn back if the
weather grew worse.  The last sight the watching party on the hill
gained of them was when they were about a mile away, close to the
shore, but apparently making straight for Cape Evans. At 3 p.m. a
moderate blizzard was raging, which later increased in fury, and the
party in the hut had many misgivings for the safety of the absent men.

On May 10, the first day possible, the three men left behind walked
over new ice to the north to try and discover some trace as to the fate
of the others.  The footmarks were seen clearly enough raised up on the
ice, and the track was followed for about two miles in a direction
leading to Cape Evans.  Here they ended abruptly, and in the dim light
a wide stretch of water, very lightly covered with ice, was seen as far
as the eye could reach. It was at once evident that part of the ice
over which they had travelled had gone out to sea.

The whole party had intended, if the weather had held good, to have
attempted the passage across with the full moon about May 16. On the
date on which Mackintosh and Hayward left it was impossible that a
sledge should travel the distance over the sea-ice owing to the sticky
nature of the surface.  Hence their decision to go alone and leave the
others to follow with the sledge and equipment when the surface should
improve.  That they had actually been lost was learned only on July 15,
on which date the party from Hut Point arrived at Cape Evans.

The entry in Joyce's diary shows that he had very strong forebodings
of disaster when Mackintosh and Hayward left.  He warned them not to
go, as the ice was still thin and the weather was uncertain. Mackintosh
seems to have believed that he and Hayward, travelling light, could get
across to Cape Evans quickly before the weather broke, and if the
blizzard had come two or three hours later they probably would have
been safe.  The two men carried no sleeping-bags and only a small meal
of chocolate and seal meat.

The weather during June was persistently bad.  No move had been
possible on May 16, the sea-ice being out, and Joyce decided to wait
until the next full moon.  When this came the weather was boisterous,
and so it was not until the full moon of July that the journey to Cape
Evans was made.  During June and July seals got very scarce, and the
supply of blubber ran short.

Meals consisted of little but seal meat and porridge.  The small stock
of salt was exhausted, but the men procured two and a half pounds by
boiling down snow taken from the bottom layer next to the sea-ice.  The
dogs recovered condition rapidly and did some hunting on their own
account among the seals.

The party started for Cape Evans on July 15.  They had expected to
take advantage of the full moon, but by a strange chance they had
chosen the period of an eclipse, and the moon was shadowed most of the
time they were crossing the sea-ice.  The ice was firm, and the three
men reached Cape Evans without difficulty.  They found Stevens, Cope,
Gaze, and Jack at the Cape Evans Hut, and learned that nothing had been
seen of Captain Mackintosh and Hayward. The conclusion that these men
had perished was accepted reluctantly. The party at the base consisted
now of Stevens, Cope, Joyce, Richards, Gaze, Wild, and Jack.

The men settled down now to wait for relief.  When opportunity offered
Joyce led search-parties to look for the bodies or any trace of the
missing men, and he subsequently handed me the following report:


"I beg to report that the following steps were taken to try and
discover the bodies of Captain Mackintosh and Mr. Hayward.  After our
party's return to the hut at Cape Evans, July 15, 1916, it was learned
that Captain Mackintosh and Mr. Hayward had not arrived; and, being
aware of the conditions under which they were last seen, all the
members of the wintering party were absolutely convinced that these two
men were totally lost and dead--that they could not have lived for more
than a few hours at the outside in the blizzard that they had
encountered, they being entirely unprovided with equipment of any sort.

"There was the barest chance that after the return of the sun some
trace of their bodies might be found, so during the spring--that is,
August and September 1916--and in the summer--December and January 1916-
17--the following searches were carried out:

"(1) Wild and I thoroughly searched Inaccessible Island at the end of
August 1916.

"(2) Various parties in September searched along the shore to the
vicinity of Turk's Head.

"(3) In company with Messrs. Wild and Gaze I started from Hut Point,
December 31, 1916, at 8 a.m., and a course was steered inshore as close
as possible to the cliffs in order to search for any possible means of
ascent.  At a distance of half a mile from Hut Point we passed a snow
slope which I had already ascended in June 1916; three and a half miles
farther on was another snow slope, which ended in Blue Ice Glacier
slope, which we found impossible to climb, snow slope being formed by
heavy winter snowfall.  These were the only two places accessible.
Distance on this day, 10 miles 1710 yds covered. On January 1 search
was continued round the south side of Glacier Tongue from the base
towards the seaward end.  There was much heavy pressure; it was
impossible to reach the summit owing to the wide crack.  Distance
covered 4 miles 100 yds.  On January 2 thick weather caused party to
lay up.  On 3rd, glacier was further examined, and several slopes
formed by snow led to top of glacier, but crevasses between slope and
the tongue prevented crossing.  The party then proceeded round the
Tongue to Tent Island, which was also searched, a complete tour of the
island being made.  It was decided to make for Cape Evans, as thick
weather was approaching.  We arrived at 8 p.m. Distance 8 miles 490 yds.

                           "I remain, etc.,

                                                     "ERNEST E. JOYCE.

"To Sir ERNEST SHACKLETON, C.V.O.,
"Commander, I.T.A.E."


In September Richards was forced to lay up at the hut owing to a
strained heart, due presumably to stress of work on the sledging
journeys.  Early in October a party consisting of Joyce, Gaze, and Wild
spent several days at Cape Royds, where they skinned specimens. They
sledged stores back to Cape Evans in case it should be found necessary
to remain there over another winter. In September, Joyce, Gaze, and
Wild went out to Spencer-Smith's grave with a wooden cross, which they
erected firmly.  Relief arrived on January 10, 1917, but it is
necessary now to turn back to the events of May 1915, when the 'Aurora'
was driven from her moorings off Cape Evans.



CHAPTER XVI

THE 'AURORA'S' DRIFT


After Mackintosh left the 'Aurora' on January 25, 1915, Stenhouse kept
the ship with difficulty off Tent Island.  The ice-anchors would not
hold, owing to the continual breaking away of the pack, and he found it
necessary much of the time to steam slow ahead against the floes. The
third sledging party, under Cope, left the ship on the afternoon of the
31st, with the motor-tractor towing two sledges, and disappeared
towards Hut Point.  Cope's party returned to the ship on February 2 and
left again on February 5, after a delay caused by the loose condition
of the ice.  Two days later, after more trouble with drifting floes,
Stenhouse proceeded to Cape Evans, where he took a line of soundings
for the winter quarters.  During the next month the 'Aurora' occupied
various positions in the neighbourhood of Cape Evans. No secure
moorings were available.  The ship had to keep clear of threatening
floes, dodge "growlers" and drifting bergs, and find shelter from the
blizzards.  A sudden shift of wind on February 24, when the ship was
sheltering in the lee of Glacier Tongue, caused her to be jammed hard
against the low ice off the glacier, but no damage was done.  Early in
March Stenhouse sent moorings ashore at Cape Evans, and on March 11 he
proceeded to Hut Point, where he dropped anchor in Discovery Bay.  Here
he landed stores, amounting to about two months' full rations for
twelve men, and embarked Spencer-Smith, Stevens, Hook, Richards,
Ninnis, and Gaze, with two dogs.  He returned to Cape Evans that
evening.

"We had a bad time when we were 'sculling' about the Sound, first
endeavouring to make Hut Point to land provisions, and then looking for
winter quarters in the neighbourhood of Glacier Tongue," wrote
Stenhouse afterwards.  "The ice kept breaking away in small floes, and
we were apparently no nearer to anywhere than when the sledges left; we
were frustrated in every move.  The ship broke away from the fast ice
in blizzards, and then we went dodging about the Sound from the Ross
Island side to the western pack, avoiding and clearing floes and
growlers in heavy drift when we could see nothing, our compasses
unreliable and the ship short-handed.  In that homeless time I kept
watch and watch with the second officer, and was hard pressed to know
what to do.  Was ever ship in such predicament? To the northward of
Cape Royds was taboo, as also was the coast south of Glacier Tongue. In
a small stretch of ice-bound coast we had to find winter quarters. The
ice lingered on, and all this time we could find nowhere to drop
anchor, but had to keep steam handy for emergencies.  Once I tried the
North Bay of Cape Evans, as it apparently was the only ice-free spot.
I called all hands, and making up a boat's crew with one of the firemen
sent the whaler away with the second officer in charge to sound.  No
sooner had the boat left ship than the wind freshened from the
northward, and large bergs and growlers, setting into the bay, made the
place untenable. The anchorage I eventually selected seemed the best
available--and here we are drifting, with all plans upset, when we
ought to be lying in winter quarters."

A heavy gale came up on March 12, and the 'Aurora', then moored off
Cape Evans, dragged her anchor and drifted out of the bay.  She went
northward past Cape Barne and Cape Royds in a driving mist, with a
heavy storm-sea running.  This gale was a particularly heavy one. The
ship and gear were covered with ice, owing to the freezing of spray,
and Stenhouse had anxious hours amid the heavy, ice-encumbered waters
before the gale moderated.  The young ice, which was continually
forming in the very low temperature, helped to reduce the sea as soon
as the gale moderated, and the 'Aurora' got back to Cape Evans on the
evening of the 13th.  Ice was forming in the bay, and on the morning of
the 14th Stenhouse took the ship into position for winter moorings.  He
got three steel hawsers out and made fast to the shore anchors.  These
hawsers were hove tight, and the 'Aurora' rested then, with her stern
to the shore, in seven fathoms.  Two more wires were taken ashore the
next day.  Young ice was forming around the ship, and under the
influence of wind and tide this ice began early to put severe strains
upon the moorings. Stenhouse had the fires drawn and the boiler blown
down on the 20th, and the engineer reported at that time that the
bunkers contained still 118 tons of coal.

The ice broke away between Cape Evans and Cape Barne on the 23rd, and
pressure around the ship shattered the bay ice and placed heavy strains
on the stern moorings.  The young ice, about four inches thick, went
out eventually and left a lead along the shore. The ship had set in
towards the shore, owing to the pressure, and the stern was now in four-
and-a-half fathoms.  Stenhouse tightened the moorings and ran out an
extra wire to the shore anchor.  The nature of the ice movements is
illustrated by a few extracts from the log:

"March 27, 5 p.m.--Ice broke away from shore and started to go out. 8
p.m.--Light southerly airs; fine; ice setting out to north-west; heavy
pressure of ice on starboard side and great strain on moorings.
10 p.m.--Ice clear of ship.

"March 28.--New ice forming over bay.  3 a.m.--Ice which went out last
watch set in towards bay.  5 a.m.--Ice coming in and overriding newly
formed bay-ice; heavy pressure on port side of ship; wires frozen into
ice.  8 a.m.--Calm and fine; new ice setting out of bay. 5 p.m.--New
ice formed since morning cleared from bay except area on port side of
ship and stretching abeam and ahead for about 200 yds., which is held
by bights of wire; new ice forming.

"March 29, 1.30 p.m.--New ice going out.  2 p.m.--Hands on floe on
port quarter clearing wires; stern in three fathoms; hauled wires
tight, bringing stern more to eastward and in four fathoms; hove in
about one fathom of starboard cable, which had dragged during recent
pressure.

"April 10, 1.30 p.m.--Ice breaking from shore under influence of south-
east wind.  Two starboard quarter wires parted; all bights of stern
wires frozen in ice; chain taking weight. 2 p.m.--Ice opened, leaving
ice in bay in line from Cape to landward of glacier.  8 p.m.--Fresh
wind; ship holding ice in bay; ice in Sound wind-driven to north-west.

"April 17, 1 am.--Pressure increased and wind shifted to north-west.
Ice continued to override and press into shore until 5 o'clock; during
this time pressure into bay was very heavy; movement of ice in straits
causing noise like heavy surf. Ship took ground gently at rudder-post
during pressure; bottom under stern shallows very quickly.  10 p.m.--
Ice-moving out of bay to westward; heavy strain on after moorings and
cables, which are cutting the floe."

Stenhouse continued to nurse his moorings against the onslaughts of
the ice during the rest of April and the early days of May.  The break-
away from the shore came suddenly and unexpectedly on the evening of
May 6:

"May 6, 1915.--Fine morning with light breezes from east-south-
east.... 3.30 p.m.--Ice nearly finished.  Sent hands ashore for sledge-
load.  4 p.m.--Wind freshening with blizzardy appearance of sky.  8
p.m.--. . . Heavy strain on after-moorings.  9.45 p.m.--The ice parted
from the shore; all moorings parted.  Most fascinating to listen to
waves and chain breaking.  In the thick haze I saw the ice astern
breaking up and the shore receding.  I called all hands and clapped
relieving tackles (4-in. Manila luff tackles) on to the cables on the
forepart of the windlass.  The bos'n had rushed along with his
hurricane lamp, and shouted, 'She's away wi' it!'  He is a good fellow
and very conscientious.  I ordered steam on main engines, and the
engine-room staff, with Hooke and Ninnis, turned to.  Grady, fireman,
was laid up with a broken rib. As the ship, in the solid floe, set to
the north-west, the cables rattled and tore at the hawse-pipes; luckily
the anchors, lying as they were on a strip-sloping bottom, came away
easily, without damage to windlass or hawse-pipes. Slowly as we
disappeared into Sound, the light in the hut died away. At 11.30 p.m.
the ice around us started to break up, the floes playing tattoo on the
ship's sides.  We were out in the Sound and catching the full force of
the wind.  The moon broke through the clouds after midnight and showed
us the pack, stretching continuously to northward, and about one mile
to the south.  As the pack from the southward came up and closed in on
the ship, the swell lessened and the banging of floes alongside eased a
little.

"May 7, 8 a.m.--Wind east-south-east.  Moderate gale with thick drift.
The ice around ship is packing up and forming ridges about two feet
high.  The ship is lying with head to the eastward, Cape Bird showing
to north-east.  When steam is raised I have hopes of getting back to
the fast ice near the Glacier Tongue.  Since we have been in winter
quarters the ice has formed and, held by the islands and land at Cape
Evans, has remained north of the Tongue.  If we can return we should be
able now to moor to the fast ice.  The engineers are having great
difficulty with the sea connexions, which are frozen. The main bow-down
cock, from which the boiler is 'run up,' has been tapped and a screw
plug put into it to allow of a hot iron rod being inserted to thaw out
the ice between the cock and the ship's side--about two feet of hard
ice.  4.30 p.m.--The hot iron has been successful.  Donolly  (second
engineer) had the pleasure of stopping the first spurt of water through
the pipe; he got it in the eye.  Fires were lit in furnaces, and water
commenced to blow in the boiler--the first blow in our defence against
the terrific forces of Nature in the Antarctic.  8 p.m.--The gale has
freshened, accompanied by thick drift."

The 'Aurora' drifted helplessly throughout May 7.  On the morning of
May 8 the weather cleared a little and the Western Mountains became
indistinctly visible.  Cape Bird could also be seen.  The ship was
moving northwards with the ice.  The daylight was no more than a short
twilight of about two hours' duration.  The boiler was being filled
with ice, which had to be lifted aboard, broken up, passed through a
small porthole to a man inside, and then carried to the manhole on top
of the boiler.  Stenhouse had the wireless aerial rigged during the
afternoon, and at 5 p.m. was informed that the watering of the boiler
was complete.  The wind freshened to a moderate southerly gale, with
thick drift, in the night, and this gale continued during the following
day, the 9th. The engineer reported at noon that he had 40-lb. pressure
in the boiler and was commencing the thawing of the auxiliary sea-
connexion pump by means of a steam-pipe.

"Cape Bird is the only land visible, bearing north-east true about
eight miles distant," wrote, Stenhouse on the afternoon of the 9th. "So
this is the end of our attempt to winter in McMurdo Sound.  Hard luck
after four months' buffeting, for the last seven weeks of which we
nursed our moorings.  Our present situation calls for increasing
vigilance.  It is five weeks to the middle of winter.  There is no sun,
the light is little and uncertain, and we may expect many blizzards.
We have no immediate water-supply, as only a small quantity of fresh
ice was aboard when we broke drift.

"The 'Aurora' is fast in the pack and drifting God knows where. Well,
there are prospects of a most interesting winter drift.  We are all in
good health, except Grady, whose rib is mending rapidly; we have good
spirits and we will get through.  But what of the poor beggars at Cape
Evans, and the Southern Party?  It is a dismal prospect for them.
There are sufficient provisions at Cape Evans, Hut Point, and, I
suppose, Cape Royds, but we have the remaining Burberrys, clothing,
etc., for next year's sledging still on board.  I see little prospect
of getting back to Cape Evans or anywhere in the Sound.  We are short
of coal and held firmly in the ice.  I hope she drifts quickly to the
north-east.  Then we can endeavour to push through the pack and make
for New Zealand, coal and return to the Barrier eastward of Cape
Crozier.  This could be done, I think, in the early spring, September.
We must get back to aid the depot-laying next season."

A violent blizzard raged on May 10 and 11.  "I never remember such
wind-force," said Stenhouse.  "It was difficult to get along the deck."
The weather moderated on the 12th, and a survey of the ship's position
was possible.  "We are lying in a field of ice with our anchors and
seventy-five fathoms of cable on each hanging at the bows.  The after-
moorings were frozen into the ice astern of us at Cape Evans.  Previous
to the date of our leaving our winter berth four small wires had
parted.  When we broke away the chain two of the heavy (4-in.) wires
parted close to shore; the other wire went at the butts.  The chain and
two wires are still fast in the ice and will have to be dug out.  This
morning we cleared the ice around the cables, but had to abandon the
heaving-in, as the steam-froze in the return pipes from the windlass
exhaust, and the joints had to be broken and the pipe thawed out.
Hooke was 'listening in' from 8.30 p.m. to 12.30 a.m. for the Macquarie
Island wireless station (1340 miles away) or the Bluff (New Zealand)
station (1860 miles away), but had no luck."

The anchors were hove in by dint of much effort on the 13th and 14th,
ice forming on the cable as it was hoisted through a hole cut in the
floe.  Both anchors had broken, so the 'Aurora' had now one small kedge-
anchor left aboard.  The ship's position on May 14 was approximately
forty-five miles north, thirty-four west of Cape Evans. "In one week we
have drifted forty-five miles (geographical).  Most of this distance
was covered during the first two days of the drift. We appear to be
nearly stationary.  What movement there is in the ice seems to be to
the north-west towards the ice-bound coast.  Hands who were after
penguins yesterday reported much noise in the ice about one mile from
the ship. I hope the floe around the ship is large enough to take its
own pressure.  We cannot expect much pressure from the south, as
McMurdo Sound should soon be frozen over and the ice holding. North-
east winds would drive the pack in from the Ross Sea. I hope for the
best.  Plans for future development are ready, but probably will be
checkmated again....  I took the anchors aboard. They are of no further
use as separate anchors, but they ornament the forecastle head, so we
put them in their places....  The supply of fresh water is a problem.
The engineer turned steam from the boiler into the main water-tank
(starboard) through a pipe leading from the main winch-pipe to the tank
top.  The steam condenses before reaching the tank.  I hope freezing
does not burst the tank.  A large tabular iceberg, calved from the
Barrier, is silhouetted against the twilight glow in the sky about ten
miles away.  The sight of millions of tons of fresh ice is most
tantalizing.  It would be a week's journey to the berg and back over
pack and pressure, and probably we could bring enough ice to last two
days."

The record of the early months of the 'Aurora's' long drift in the
Ross Sea is not eventful.  The galley condenser was rigged, but the
supply of fresh water remained a problem.  The men collected fresh-
fallen snow when possible and hoped to get within reach of fresh ice.
Hooke and Ninnis worked hard at the wireless plant with the object of
getting into touch with Macquarie Island, and possibly sending news of
the ship's movements to Cape Evans.  They got the wireless motor
running and made many adjustments of the instruments and aerials, but
their efforts were not successful. Emperor penguins approached the ship
occasionally, and the birds were captured whenever possible for the
fresh meat they afforded. The 'Aurora' was quite helpless in the grip
of the ice, and after the engine-room bilges had been thawed and pumped
out the boilers were blown down.  The pressure had been raised to sixty
pounds, but there was no chance of moving the ship, and the supply of
coal was limited.  The story of the 'Aurora's' drift during long months
can be told briefly by means of extracts from Stenhouse's log:

"May 21.--Early this morning there appeared to be movements in the
ice.  The grating and grinding noise makes one feel the unimportance of
man in circumstances like ours.  Twilight towards noon showed several
narrow, open leads about two cables from ship and in all directions.
Unable to get bearing, but imagine that there is little or no
alteration in ship's position, as ship's head is same, and Western
Mountains appear the same....  Hope all is well at Cape Evans and that
the other parties have returned safely.  Wish we could relieve their
anxiety.

"May 22.--Obtained good bearings of Beaufort Island, Cape Ross, and
Dunlop Island, which put the ship in a position eighteen miles south
75 east (true) from Cape Ross.  Since the 14th, when reliable bearings
were last obtained, we have drifted north-west by north seven miles.

"May  24.--Blizzard from south-south-east continued until 9 p.m., when
it moderated, and at 11.45 p.m. wind shifted to north-west, light, with
snow.  Quite a lot of havoc has been caused during this blow, and the
ship has made much northing.  In the morning the crack south of the
ship opened to about three feet.  At 2 p.m. felt heavy shock and the
ship heeled to port about 70. Found ice had cracked from port gangway
to north-west, and parted from ship from gangway along to stern.  Crack
extended from stern to south-east.  7.35 p.m.--Ice cracked from port
fore chains, in line parallel to previous crack.  The ice broke again
between the cracks and drifted to north-west for about ten yards.  The
ice to southward then commenced to break up, causing heavy strain on
ship, and setting apparently north in large broken fields. Ship badly
jammed in.  9.15 p.m.--Ice closed in again around ship. Two heavy
windsqualls with a short interval between followed by cessation of
wind.  We are in a labyrinth of large rectangular floes (some with
their points pressing heavily against ship) and high pressure-ridges.

"May 25.--In middle watch felt pressure occasionally.  Twilight showed
a scene of chaos all around; one floe about three feet in thickness had
upended, driven under ship on port quarter.  As far as can be seen
there are heavy blocks of ice screwed up on end, and the scene is like
a graveyard.  I think swell must have come up under ice from seaward
(north-east), McMurdo Sound, and broken the ice, which afterwards
started to move under the influence of the blizzard. Hardly think swell
came from the Sound, as the cracks were wending from north-west to
south-east, and also as the Sound should be getting icebound by now.
If swell came from north-east then there is open water not far away.  I
should like to know.  I believe the Ross Sea is rarely entirely ice-
covered.  Have bright moonlight now, which accentuates everything--the
beauty and loneliness of our surroundings, and uselessness of
ourselves, while in this prison: so near to Cape Evans and yet we might
as well be anywhere as here. Have made our sledging-ration scales, and
crew are busy making harness and getting sledging equipment ready for
emergencies. Temperature -30 Fahr.

"May 26.--If the ship is nipped in the ice, the ship's company
(eighteen hands) will take to four sledges with one month's rations and
make for nearest land.  Six men and one sledge will endeavour to make
Cape Evans via the western land, Butler Point, Hut Point, etc. The
remaining twelve will come along with all possible speed, but no forced
marches, killing and depot-ing penguins and seals for emergency
retreats.  If the ship remains here and makes no further drift to the
north, towards latter end of July light will be making. The sun returns
August 23.  The sea-ice should be fairly safe, and a party of three,
with one month's rations, will proceed to Cape Evans. If the ice sets
north and takes the ship clear of land, we will proceed to New Zealand,
bunker, get extra officer and four volunteers, provisions, etc., push
south with all speed to the Barrier, put party on to the Barrier, about
two miles east of Cape Crozier, and land all necessary stores and
requirements.  The ship will stand off until able to reach Cape Evans.
If necessary, party will depot all stores possible at Corner Camp and
go on to Cape Evans.  If worst has happened my party will lay out the
depot at the Beardmore for Shackleton.  If the ship is released from
the ice after September we must endeavour to reach Cape Evans before
going north to bunker.  We have not enough coal to hang about the Sound
for many days.

"May 28.--By the position obtained by meridian altitude of stars and
bearing of Mount Melbourne, we have drifted thirty-six miles north-east
from last bearings taken on 23rd inst.  The most of this must have been
during the blizzard of the 24th.  Mount Melbourne is one hundred and
eleven miles due north of us, and there is some doubt in my mind as to
whether the peak which we can see is this mountain. There may be a
mirage....  In the evening had the football out on the ice by the light
of a beautiful moon.  The exercise and break from routine are a
splendid tonic.  Ice-noises sent all hands on board.

"June 1.--Thick, hazy weather.  In the afternoon a black streak
appeared in the ice about a cable's length to the westward and
stretching north and south.  8 p.m.--The black line widened and showed
long lane of open water.  Apparently we are fast in a floe which has
broken from the main field.  With thick weather we are uncertain of our
position and drift.  It will be interesting to find out what this crack
in the ice signifies.  I am convinced that there is open water, not far
distant, in the Ross Sea....  To-night Hooke is trying to call up Cape
Evans.  If the people at the hut have rigged the set which was left
there, they will hear 'All well' from the 'Aurora'.  I hope they have.
[The messages were not received.]

"June 8.--Made our latitude 75 59 S.  by altitude of Sirius.  This
is a very monotonous life, but all hands appear to be happy and
contented.  Find that we are not too well off for meals and will have
to cut rations a little.  Grady is taking exercise now and should soon
be well again.  He seems very anxious to get to work again, and is a
good man.  No wireless calls to-night, as there is a temporary
breakdown--condenser jar broken. There is a very faint display of
aurora in northern sky.  It comes and goes almost imperceptibly, a most
fascinating sight.  The temperature is -20 Fahr.; 52 of frost is much
too cold to allow one to stand for long.

"June 11.--Walked over to a very high pressure-ridge about a quarter
of a mile north-north-west of the ship.  In the dim light walking over
the ice is far from being monotonous, as it is almost impossible to see
obstacles, such as small, snowed-up ridges, which makes us wary and
cautious.  A dip in the sea would be the grand finale, but there is
little risk of this as the water freezes as soon as a lane opens in the
ice.  The pressure-ridge is about fifteen to twenty feet high for
several hundred feet, and the ice all about it is bent up in a most
extraordinary manner.  At 9 p.m. Hooke called Cape Evans, 'All well--
'Aurora', etc.; 10 p.m., weather reports for 8 p.m. sent to
Wellington, New Zealand, and Melbourne, via Macquarie Island.  [The
dispatch of messages from the 'Aurora' was continued, but it was
learned afterwards that none of them had been received by any station.]

"June 13.--The temperature in the chart-room ranges from zero to a
little above freezing-point.  This is a very disturbing factor in rates
of the chronometers (five in number, 3 G.M.T. and 2 Sid.T.), which are
kept in cases in a padded box, each case covered by a piece of blanket,
and the box covered by a heavy coat.  In any enclosed place where
people pass their time, the niches and places where no heat penetrates
are covered with frozen breath.  There will be a big thaw-out when the
temperature rises.

"June 14.--Mount Melbourne is bearing north 14 W (true). Our
approximate position is forty miles east-north-east of Nordenskjold Ice
Tongue.  At 9 p.m. Hooke called Cape Evans and sent weather reports to
Wellington and Melbourne via Macquarie Island. Hooke and Ninnis on
several evenings at about 11 o'clock have heard what happened to be
faint messages, but unreadable.  He sent word to Macquarie Island of
this in hopes that they would hear and increase the power.

"June 20.--During this last blow with its accompanying drift-snow
there has been much leakage of current from the aerial during the
sending of reports.  This is apparently due to induction caused by the
snow accumulating on the insulators aloft, and thus rendering them
useless, and probably to increased inductive force of the current in a
body of snowdrift.  Hooke appears to be somewhat downhearted over it,
and, after discussing the matter, gave me a written report on the non-
success (up to the present time) of his endeavours to establish
communication.  He thinks that the proximity of the Magnetic Pole and
Aurora Australis might affect things.  The radiation is good and
sufficient for normal conditions.  His suggestion to lead the down lead
wires out to the ahead and astern would increase scope, but I cannot
countenance it owing to unsettled state of ice and our too lofty poles.

"June 21.--Blowing gale from south-west throughout day, but for short
spell of westerly breeze about 5 p.m.  Light drift at frequent
intervals, very hazy, and consequently no land in sight during short
twilight.  Very hard up for mitts and clothing. What little we have on
board I have put to one side for the people at the hut.  Have given
Thompson instructions to turn crew to making pair mitts and helmet out
of Jaeger fleece for all hands forward.  With strict economy we should
make things spin out; cannot help worrying over our people at the hut.
Although worrying does no good, one cannot do otherwise in this present
impotent state.  11 p.m.--Wind howling and whistling through rigging.
Outside, in glare of moon, flying drift and expanse of ice-field.
Desolation!

"June 22.--To-day the sun has reached the limit of his northern
declination and now he will start to come south.  Observed this day as
holiday, and in the evening had hands aft to drink to the health of the
King and the Expedition.  All hands are happy, but miss the others at
Cape Evans.  I pray to God we may soon be clear of this prison and in a
position to help them.  We can live now for sunlight and activity.

"July 1.--The 1st of July!  Thank God.  The days pass quickly. Through
all my waking hours one long thought of the people at Cape Evans, but
one must appear to be happy and take interest in the small happenings
of shipboard.

"July  3.--Rather hazy with very little light.  Moderate west-north-
west to south-west winds until noon, when wind veered to south and
freshened.  No apparent change in ship's position; the berg is on the
same bearing (1 point on the port quarter) and apparently the same
distance off.  Mount Melbourne was hidden behind a bank of clouds. This
is our only landmark now, as Franklin Island is towered in perpetual
gloom.  Although we have had the berg in sight during all the time of
our drift from the entrance to McMurdo Sound, we have not yet seen it
in a favourable light, and, were it not for its movement, we might
mistake it for a tabular island.  It will be interesting to view our
companion in the returning light--unless we are too close to it!

"July 5.--Dull grey day (during twilight) with light, variable,
westerly breezes.  All around hangs a heavy curtain of haze, and,
although very light snow is falling, overhead is black and clear with
stars shining.  As soon as the faint noon light fades away the heavy
low haze intensifies the darkness and makes one thankful that one has a
good firm 'berth' in the ice.  I don't care to contemplate the scene if
the ice should break up at the present time.

"July 6.--Last night I thought I saw open water in the shape of a long
black lane to the southward of the ship and extending in an easterly
and westerly direction, but owing to the haze and light snow I could
not be sure; this morning the lane was distinctly visible and appeared
to be two or three hundred yards wide and two miles long.... At 6 p.m.
loud pressure-noises would be heard from the direction of the open lane
and continued throughout the night.  Shortly after 8 o'clock the
grinding and hissing spread to our starboard bow (west-south-west), and
the vibration caused by the pressure could be felt intermittently on
board the ship.... The incessant grinding and grating of the ice to the
southward, with seething noises, as of water rushing under the ship's
bottom, and ominous sounds, kept me on the qui vive all night, and the
prospect of a break-up of the ice would have wracked my nerves had I
not had them numbed by previous experiences.

"July 9.--At noon the sky to the northward had cleared sufficiently to
allow of seeing Mount Melbourne, which appears now as a low peak to the
north-west.  Ship's position is twenty-eight miles north-north-east of
Franklin Island.  On the port bow and ahead of the ship there are some
enormous pressure-ridges; they seem to be the results of the recent and
present ice-movements. Pressure heard from the southward all day.

"July 13.--At 5 p.m. very heavy pressure was heard on the port beam
and bow (south) and very close to the ship.  This occurred again at
irregular intervals.  Quite close to the ship the ice could be seen
bending upwards, and occasional jars were felt on board.  I am inclined
to think that we have set into a cul-de-sac and that we will now
experience the full force of pressure from the south.  We have prepared
for the worst and can only hope for the best--a release from the ice
with a seaworthy vessel under us.

"July 18.--This has been a day of events.  About 8 a.m. the horizon to
the north became clear and, as the light grew, the more westerly land
showed up.  This is the first clear day that we have had since the 9th
of the month, and we have set a considerable distance to the north-east
in the meantime.  By meridian altitudes of stars and bearings of the
land, which proved to be Coulman Islands, Mount Murchison, and Mount
Melbourne, our position shows seventy-eight miles (geographical) north-
east by north of Franklin Island.  During the last three days we have
drifted forty miles (geographical), so there has been ample reason for
all the grinding and growling of pressure lately.  The ship endured
some severe squeezes this day.

"July 20.--Shortly before breakfast the raucous voice of the emperor
penguin was heard, and afterwards two were seen some distance from the
ship....  The nearest mainland (in vicinity of Cape Washington) is
ninety miles distant, as also is Coulman Island.  Franklin Island is
eighty miles south-east by south, and the pack is in motion.  This is
the emperor's hatching season, and here we meet them out in the
cheerless desert of ice.... 10.45 p.m.--Heavy pressure around ship,
lanes opened and ship worked astern about twenty feet.  The wires in
the ice took the strain (lashings at mizzen chains carried away) and
carried away fair-lead bollard on port side of forecastle head.

"July 21, 1 a.m.--Lanes opened to about 40 ft. wide.  Ship in open
pool about 100 ft. wide.  Heavy pressure in vicinity of ship. Called
all hands and cut wires at the forecastle head. [These wires had
remained frozen in the ice after the ship broke away from her moorings,
and they had served a useful purpose at some times by checking ice-
movements close to the ship.] 2 a.m.--Ship swung athwart lane as the
ice opened, and the floes on the port side pressed her stern round.
11.30 a.m.--Pack of killer whales came up in the lane around the ship.
Some broke soft ice (about one inch thick) and pushed their heads
through, rising to five or six feet perpendicularly out of the water.
They were apparently having a look round.  It is strange to see killers
in this immense field of ice; open water must be near, I think. 5.15
p.m.--New ice of lanes cracked and opened.  Floes on port side pushed
stern on to ice (of floe); floes then closed in and nipped the ship
fore and aft.  The rudder was bent over to starboard and smashed.  The
solid oak and iron went like matchwood. 8 p.m.--Moderate south-south-
west gale with drift. Much straining of timbers with pressure. 10 p.m.--
Extra hard nip fore and aft; ship visibly hogged. Heavy pressure.

"July 22.--Ship in bad position in newly frozen lane, with bow and
stern jammed against heavy floes; heavy strain with much creaking and
groaning.  8 a.m.--Called all hands to stations for sledges, and made
final preparations for abandoning ship.  Allotted special duties to
several hands to facilitate quickness in getting clear should ship be
crushed.  Am afraid the ship's back will be broken if the pressure
continues, but cannot relieve her.  2 p.m.--Ship lying easier. Poured
Sulphuric acid on the ice astern in hopes of rotting crack and
relieving pressure on stern-post, but unsuccessfully.  Very heavy
pressure on and around ship (taking strain fore and aft and on
starboard quarter).  Ship, jumping and straining and listing badly. 10
p.m.--Ship has crushed her way into new ice on starboard side and
slewed aslant lane with stern-post clear of land-ice. 12 p.m.--Ship is
in safer position; lanes opening in every direction.

"July 23.--Caught glimpse of Coulman Island through haze. Position of
ship south 14 east (true), eighty miles off Coulman Island. Pressure
continued intermittently throughout the day and night, with occasional
very heavy squeezes to the ship which made timbers crack and groan.
The ship's stern is now in a more or less soft bed, formed of recently
frozen ice of about one foot in thickness.  I thank God that we have
been spared through this fearful nightmare.  I shall never forget the
concertina motions of the ship during yesterday's and Wednesday's fore
and aft nips.

"July 24.--Compared with previous days this is a quiet one. The lanes
have been opening and closing, and occasionally the ship gets a nasty
squeeze against the solid floe on our starboard quarter.  The more
lanes that open the better, as they form 'springs'  (when covered with
thin ice, which makes to a thickness of three or four inches in a few
hours) between the solid and heavier floes and fields.  Surely we have
been guided by the hands of Providence to have come in heavy grinding
pack for over two hundred miles (geographical), skirting the ice-bound
western shore, around and to the north of Franklin Island, and now into
what appears a clear path to the open sea!  In view of our precarious
position and the lives of men in jeopardy, I sent this evening an
aerogram to H. M. King George asking for a relief ship. I hope the
wireless gets through.  I have sent this message after much
consideration, and know that in the event of our non-arrival in New
Zealand on the specified date (November 1) a relief ship will be sent
to aid the Southern Party.

"July 25.--Very heavy pressure about the ship.  During the early hours
a large field on the port quarter came charging up, and on meeting our
floe tossed up a ridge from ten to fifteen feet high. The blocks of ice
as they broke off crumbled and piled over each other to the
accompaniment of a thunderous roar. Throughout the day the pressure
continued, the floes alternately opening and closing, and the ship
creaking and groaning during the nips between floes.

"August 4.--For nine days we have had southerly winds, and the last
four we have experienced howling blizzards.  I am sick of the sound of
the infernal wind.  Din!  Din!  Din!  and darkness.  We should have
seen the sun to-day, but a bank of cumulus effectually hid him,
although the daylight is a never-ending joy.

"August 6.--The wind moderated towards 6 a.m., and about breakfast
time, with a clear atmosphere, the land from near Cape Cotter to Cape
Adare was visible.  What a day of delights!  After four days of thick
weather we find ourselves in sight of Cape Adare in a position about
forty-five miles east of Possession Isles; in this time we have been
set one hundred miles.  Good going. Mount Sabine, the first land seen
by us when coming south, lies away to the westward, forming the highest
peak (10,000 ft.) of a majestic range of mountains covered in eternal
snow.  Due west we can see the Possession Islands, lying under the
stupendous bluff of Cape Downshire, which shows large patches of black
rock. The land slopes down to the north-west of Cape Downshire, and
rises again into the high peninsula about Cape Adore. We felt excited
this morning in anticipation of seeing the sun, which rose about nine-
thirty (local time).  It was a glorious, joyful sight.  We drank to
something, and with very light hearts gave cheers for the sun.

"August 9.--Donolly got to work on the rudder again.  It is a long job
cutting through the iron sheathing-plates of the rudder, and not too
safe at present, as the ice is treacherous.  Hooke says that the
conditions are normal now.  I wish for his sake that he could get
through.  He is a good sportsman and keeps on trying, although, I am
convinced, he has little hope with this inadequate aerial.

"August 10.--The ship's position is lat. 70 40 S., forty miles north
29 east of Cape Adare.  The distance drifted from August 2 to 6 was
one hundred miles, and from the 6th to the 10th eighty-eight miles.

"August 12.--By observation and bearings of land we are forty-five
miles north-east of Cape Adare, in lat. 70 42 S. This position is a
little to the eastward of the position on the 10th.  The bearings as
laid off on a small scale chart of gnomonic projection are very
inaccurate, and here we are handicapped, as our chronometers have lost
all regularity.  Donolly and Grade are having quite a job with the iron
platings on the rudder, but should finish the cutting to-morrow.  A
jury-rudder is nearly completed. This afternoon we mixed some concrete
for the lower part, and had to use boiling water, as the water froze in
the mixing.  The carpenter has made a good job of the rudder, although
he has had to construct it on the quarterdeck in low temperatures and
exposed to biting blasts.

"August 16.--We are 'backing and filling' about forty miles north-east
of Cape Adare.  This is where we expected to have made much mileage.
However, we cannot grumble and must be patient. There was much mirage
to the northward, and from the crow's-nest a distinct appearance of
open water could be seen stretching from north-north-west to north-east.

"August 17.--A glorious day!  Land is distinctly visible, and to the
northward the black fringe of water-sky over the horizon hangs
continuously.  Hooke heard Macquarie Island 'speaking' Hobart.  The
message heard was the finish of the weather reports. We have hopes now
of news in the near future.

"August 23.--Saw the land in the vicinity of Cape North.  To the south-
south-west the white cliffs and peaks of the inland ranges were very
distinct, and away in the distance to the south-west could be seen a
low stretch of undulating land.  At times Mount Sabine was visible
through the gloom.  The latitude, is 69 44 S.  We are fifty-eight
miles north, forty miles east of Cape North.

"August 24.--We lifted the rudder out of the ice and placed it clear
of the stern, athwart the fore-and-aft line of the ship. We had quite a
job with it (weight, four and a half tons), using treble- and double-
sheaved-blocks purchase, but with the endless-chain tackle from the
engine-room, and plenty of 'beef' and leverage, we dragged it clear.
All the pintles are gone at the fore part of the rudder; it is a clean
break and bears witness to the terrific force exerted on the ship
during the nip.  I am glad to see the rudder upon the ice and clear of
the propeller.  The blade itself (which is solid oak and sheathed on
two sides and after part half-way down, with three-quarter-inch iron
plating) is undamaged, save for the broken pintles; the twisted portion
is in the rudder trunk.

"August 25, 11 p.m.--Hooke has just been in with the good tidings that
he has heard Macquarie and the Bluff (New Zealand) sending their
weather reports and exchanging signals.  Can this mean that they have
heard our recent signals and are trying to get us now? Our motor has
been out of order.

"August 26.--The carpenter has finished the jury-rudder and is now at
work on the lower end of the rudder truck, where the rudder burst into
the stern timbers.  We are lucky in having this opportunity to repair
these minor damages, which might prove serious in a seaway.

"August 31, 6.30 a.m.--Very loud pressure-noises to the south-east. I
went aloft after breakfast and had the pleasure of seeing many open
lanes in all directions.  The lanes of yesterday are frozen over,
showing what little chance there is of a general and continued break-up
of the ice until the temperature rises. Land was visible, but far too
distant for even approximate bearings. The berg still hangs to the
north-west of the ship.  We seem to have pivoted outwards from the
land.  We cannot get out of this too quickly, and although every one
has plenty of work, and is cheerful, the uselessness of the ship in her
present position palls.

"September 5.--The mizzen wireless mast came down in a raging blizzard
to-day.  In the forenoon I managed to crawl to windward on the top of
the bridge-house, and under the lee of the chart-house watched the mast
bending over with the wind and swaying like the branch of a tree, but
after the aerial had stood throughout the winter I hardly thought the
mast would carry away.  Luckily, as it is dangerous to life to be on
deck in this weather (food is brought from the galley in relays through
blinding drift and over big heaps of snow), no one was about when the
mast carried away.

"September 8.--This is dull, miserable weather.  Blow, snow, and calm
for an hour or two.  Sometimes it blows in this neighbourhood without
snow and sometimes with--this seems to be the only difference.  I have
two patients now, Larkman and Mugridge. Larkman was frost-bitten on the
great and second toes of the left foot some time ago, and has so far
taken little notice of them. Now they are causing him some alarm as
gangrene has set in. Mugridge is suffering from an intermittent rash,
with red, inflamed skin and large, short-lived blisters.  I don't know
what the deuce it is, but the nearest description to it in a 'Materia
Medica,' etc., is pemphigus, so pemphigus it is, and he has been 'tonic-
ed' and massaged.

"September 9.--This is the first day for a long time that we have
registered a minimum temperature above zero for the twenty-four hours.
It is pleasant to think that from noon to noon throughout the night the
temperature never fell below +4 (28 frost), and with the increase of
daylight it makes one feel that summer really is approaching.

"September 13.--All around the northern horizon there is the
appearance of an open water-sky, but around the ship the prospect is
dreary.  The sun rose at 6.20 a.m. and set at 5.25 p.m. Ship's time
eleven hours five minutes of sunlight and seventeen hours light. Three
hours twilight morning and evening.  The carpenter is dismantling the
taffrail (to facilitate the landing and, if necessary, the boarding of
the jury-rudder) and will construct a temporary, removable rail.

"September 16.--There has been much mirage all around the horizon, and
to the eastward through south to south-west heavy frost-smoke has been
rising.  Over the northern horizon a low bank of white fog hangs as
though over the sea.  I do not like these continued low temperatures.
I am beginning to have doubts as to our release until the sun starts to
rot the ice.

"September 17.--This is the anniversary of our departure from London.
There are only four of the original eleven on board--Larkman, Ninnis,
Mauger, and I.  Much has happened since Friday, September 18, 1914, and
I can recall the scene as we passed down the Thames with submarines and
cruisers, in commission and bent on business, crossing our course.  I
can also remember the regret at leaving it all and the consequent
'fedupness.'

"September 21.--The sun is making rapid progress south, and we have
had to-day over seventeen hours' light and twelve hours' sunlight. Oh
for a release!  The monotony and worry of our helpless position is
deadly.  I suppose Shackleton and his party will have started depot-
laying now and will be full of hopes for the future.  I wonder whether
the 'Endurance' wintered in the ice or went north.  I cannot help
thinking that if she wintered in the Weddell Sea she will be worse off
than the 'Aurora'.  What a lot we have to look for in the next six
months--news of Shackleton and the 'Endurance', the party at Cape
Evans, and the war.

"September 22.--Lat. 69 12 S.; long. 165 00 E. Sturge Island
(Balleny Group) is bearing north (true) ninety miles distant.  Light
north-west airs with clear, fine weather.  Sighted Sturge Island in the
morning, bearing due north of us and appearing like a faint low shadow
on the horizon.  It is good to get a good landmark for fixing positions
again, and it is good to see that we are making northerly progress,
however small.  Since breaking away from Cape Evans we have drifted
roughly seven hundred and five miles around islands and past formidable
obstacles, a wonderful drift! It is good to think that it has not been
in vain, and that the knowledge of the set and drill of the pack will
be a valuable addition to the sum of human knowledge. The distance from
Cape Evans to our present position is seven hundred and five miles
(geographical).

"September 27.--The temperature in my room last night was round about
zero, rather chilly, but warm enough under the blankets. Hooke has
dismantled his wireless gear.  He feels rather sick about not getting
communication, although he does not show it.

"September 30.--Ninnis has been busy now for the week on the
construction of a new tractor.  He is building the body and will
assemble the motor in the fore 'tween decks, where it can be lashed
securely when we are released from the ice.  I can see leads of open
water from the masthead, but we are still held firmly.  How long?

"October 7.--As time wears on the possibility of getting back to the
Barrier to land a party deserves consideration; if we do not get clear
until late in the season we will have to turn south first, although we
have no anchors and little moorings, no rudder and a short supply of
coal.  To leave a party on the Barrier would make us very short-handed;
still, it can be done, and anything is preferable to the delay in
assisting the people at Cape Evans.  At 5 a.m. a beautiful parhelion
formed around the sun.  The sight so impressed the bos'n that he roused
me out to see it."

During the month of October the 'Aurora' drifted uneventfully.
Stenhouse mentions that there was often an appearance of open water on
the northern and eastern horizon.  But anxious eyes were strained in
vain for indications that the day of the ship's release was near at
hand.  Hooke had the wireless plant running again and was trying daily
to get into touch with Macquarie Island, now about eight hundred and
fifty miles distant.  The request for a relief ship was to be renewed
if communication could be established, for by this time, if all had
gone well with the 'Endurance', the overland party from the Weddell Sea
would have been starting.  There was considerable movement of the ice
towards the end of the month, lanes opening and closing, but the floe,
some acres in area, into which the 'Aurora' was frozen, remained firm
until the early days of November. The cracks appeared close to the
ship, due apparently to heavy drift causing the floe to sink. The
temperatures were higher now, under the influence of the sun, and the
ice was softer.  Thawing was causing discomfort in the quarters aboard.
The position on November 12 was reckoned to be lat. 66 49 S., long.
155 17 45 E.  Stenhouse made a sounding on November 17, in lat. 66
40 S., long. 154 45 E., and found bottom at 194 fathoms.  The bottom
sample was mud and a few small stones.  The sounding-line showed a
fairly strong undercurrent to the north-west.  "We panned out some of
the mud," says Stenhouse, "and in the remaining grit found several
specks of gold."  Two days later the trend of the current was south-
easterly. There was a pronounced thaw on the 22nd.  The cabins were in
a dripping state, and recently fallen snow was running off the ship in
little streams.  All hands were delighted, for the present discomfort
offered promise of an early break-up of the pack.

"November 23.--At 3 a.m. Young Island, Balleny Group, was seen bearing
north 54 east (true).  The island, which showed up clearly on the
horizon, under a heavy stratus-covered sky, appeared to be very far
distant.  By latitude at noon we are in 66 26 S.  As this is the
charted latitude of Peak Foreman, Young Island, the bearing does not
agree.  Land was seen at 8 a.m. bearing south 60 west (true).  This,
which would appear to be Cape Hudson, loomed up through the mists in
the form of a high, bold headland, with low undulating land stretching
away to the south-south-east and to the westward of it.  The appearance
of this headland has been foretold for the last two days, by masses of
black fog, but it seems strange that land so high should not have been
seen before, as there is little change in the atmospheric conditions.

"November 24.--Overcast and hazy during forenoon.  Cloudy, clear, and
fine in afternoon and evening.  Not a vestige of land can be seen, so
Cape Hudson is really  'Cape Flyaway.'  This is most weird. All hands
saw the headland to the south-west, and some of us sketched it.  Now
(afternoon), although the sky is beautifully clear to the south-west,
nothing can be seen.  We cannot have drifted far from yesterday's
position.  No wonder Wilkes reported land.  9 p.m.--A low fringe of
land appears on the horizon bearing south-west, but in no way resembles
our Cape of yesterday.  This afternoon we took a cast of the lead
through the crack 200 yds. west of the ship, but found no bottom at 700
fathoms."

An interesting incident on November 26 was the discovery of an emperor
penguin rookery.  Ninnis and Kavenagh took a long walk to the north-
west, and found the deserted rookery.  The depressions in the ice, made
by the birds, were about eighteen inches long and contained a greyish
residue.  The rookery was in a hollow surrounded by pressure ridges six
feet high.  Apparently about twenty birds had been there.  No pieces of
egg-shell were seen, but the petrels and skuas had been there in force
and probably would have taken all scraps of this kind.  The floes were
becoming soft and "rotten," and walking was increasingly difficult.
Deep pools of slush and water covered with thin snow made traps for the
men.  Stenhouse thought that a stiff blizzard would break up the pack.
His anxiety was increasing with the advance of the season, and his log
is a record of deep yearning to be free and active again.  But the grip
of the pack was inexorable.  The hands had plenty of work on the
'Aurora', which was being made shipshape after the buffeting of the
winter storms. Seals and penguins were seen frequently, and the supply
of fresh meat was maintained.  The jury-rudder was ready to be shipped
when the ship was released, but in the meantime it was not being
exposed to the attacks of the ice.

"No appreciable change in our surroundings," was the note for December
17.  "Every day past now reduces our chance of getting out in time to
go north for rudder, anchors, and coal.  If we break out before January
15 we might get north to New Zealand and down to Cape Evans again in
time to pick up the parties.  After that date we can only attempt to go
south in our crippled state, and short of fuel. With only nine days'
coal on board we would have little chance of working through any Ross
Sea pack, or of getting south at all if we encountered many blizzards.
Still there is a sporting chance and luck may be with us....
Shackleton may be past the Pole now.  I wish our wireless calls had got
through."

Christmas Day, with its special dinner and mild festivities, came and
passed, and still the ice remained firm.  The men were finding some
interest in watching the moulting of emperor penguins, who were
stationed at various points in the neighbourhood of the ship.  They had
taken station to leeward of hummocks, and appeared to move only when
the wind changed or the snow around them had become foul.  They covered
but a few yards on these journeys, and even then stumbled in their
weakness.  One emperor was brought on board alive, and the crew were
greatly amused to see the bird balancing himself on heels and tail,
with upturned toes, the position adopted when the egg is resting on the
feet during the incubation period.  The threat of a stiff "blow"
aroused hopes of release several times, but the blizzard--probably the
first Antarctic blizzard that was ever longed for--did not arrive. New
Year's Day found Stenhouse and other men just recovering from an attack
of snow-blindness, contracted by making an excursion across the floes
without snow-goggles.

At the end of the first week in January the ship was in lat. 65 45
S.  The pack was well broken a mile from the ship, and the ice was
rolling fast.  Under the bows and stern the pools were growing and
stretching away in long lanes to the west.  A seal came up to blow
under the stern on the 6th, proving that there was an opening in the
sunken ice there.  Stenhouse was economizing in food.  No breakfast was
served on the ship, and seal or penguin meat was used for at least one
of the two meals later in the day. All hands were short of clothing,
but Stenhouse was keeping intact the sledging gear intended for the use
of the shore party. Strong, variable winds on the 9th raised hopes
again, and on the morning of the 10th the ice appeared to be well
broken from half a mile to a mile distant from the ship in all
directions.  "It seems extraordinary that the ship should be held in an
almost unbroken floe of about a mile square, the more so as this patch
was completely screwed and broken during the smash in July, and
contains many faults.  In almost any direction at a distance of half a
mile from the ship there are pressure ridges of eight-inch ice piled
twenty feet high.  It was provident that although so near these ridges
were escaped."

The middle of January was passed and the 'Aurora' lay still in the
ice.  The period of continuous day was drawing towards its close, and
there was an appreciable twilight at midnight.  A dark water-sky could
be seen on the northern horizon.  The latitude on January 24 was 65
39 S.  Towards the end of the month Stenhouse ordered a thorough
overhaul of the stores and general preparations for a move. The supply
of flour and butter was ample.  Other stores were running low, and the
crew lost no opportunity of capturing seals and penguins.  Adelies were
travelling to the east-south-east in considerable numbers, but they
could not be taken unless they approached the ship closely, owing to
the soft condition of the ice. The wireless plant, which had been idle
during the months of daylight, had been rigged again, and Hooke resumed
his calls to Macquarie Island on February 2.  He listened in vain for
any indication that he had been heard.  The pack was showing much
movement, but the large floe containing the ship remained firm.

The break-up of the floe came on February 12.  Strong north-east to
south-east winds put the ice in motion and brought a perceptible swell.
The ship was making some water, a fore-taste of a trouble to come, and
all hands spent the day at the pumps, reducing the water from three
feet eight and a half inches in the well to twelve inches, in spite of
frozen pipes and other difficulties.  Work had just finished for the
night when the ice broke astern and quickly split in all directions
under the influence of the swell.  The men managed to save some seal
meat which had been cached in a drift near the gangway.  They lost the
flagstaff, which had been rigged as a wireless mast out on the floe,
but drew in the aerial.  The ship was floating now amid fragments of
floe, and bumping considerably in the swell.  A fresh southerly wind
blew during the night, and the ship started to forge ahead gradually
without sail.  At 8.30 a.m. on the 13th Stenhouse set the foresail and
foretopmast staysail, and the 'Aurora' moved northward slowly, being
brought up occasionally by large floes.  Navigation under such
conditions, without steam and without a rudder, was exceedingly
difficult, but Stenhouse wished if possible to save his small remaining
stock of coal until he cleared the pack, so that a quick run might be
made to McMurdo Sound.  The jury-rudder could not be rigged in the
pack.  The ship was making about three and a half feet of water in the
twenty-four hours, a quantity easily kept in check by the pumps.

During the 14th the 'Aurora' worked very slowly northward through
heavy pack.  Occasionally the yards were backed or an ice-anchor put
into a floe to help her out of difficult places, but much of the time
she steered herself.  The jury-rudder boom was topped into position in
the afternoon, but the rudder was not to be shipped until open pack or
open water was reached.  The ship was held up all day on the 15th in
lat. 64 38 S.  Heavy floes barred progress in every direction.
Attempts were made to work the ship by trimming sails and warping with
ice-anchors, but she could not be manoeuvred smartly enough to take
advantage of leads that opened and closed.  This state of affairs
continued throughout the 16th.  That night a heavy swell was rolling
under the ice and the ship had a rough time.  One pointed floe ten or
twelve feet thick was steadily battering, with a three-feet send,
against the starboard side, and fenders only partially deadened the
shock.  "It is no use butting against this pack with steam-power,"
wrote Stenhouse.  "We would use all our meagre supply of coal in
reaching the limit of the ice in sight, and then we would be in a hole,
with neither ballast nor fuel....  But if this stagnation lasts another
week we will have to raise steam and consume our coal in an endeavour
to get into navigable waters. I am afraid our chances of getting south
are very small now."

The pack remained close, and on the 21st a heavy swell made the
situation dangerous.  The ship bumped heavily that night and fenders
were of little avail.  With each "send" of the swell the ship would
bang her bows on the floe ahead, then bounce back and smash into
another floe across her stern-post.  This floe, about six feet thick
and 100 ft. across, was eventually split and smashed by the impacts.
The pack was jammed close on the 23rd, when the noon latitude was 64
36 S.  The next change was for the worse.  The pack loosened on the
night of the 25th, and a heavy north-west swell caused the ship to bump
heavily.  This state of affairs recurred at intervals in succeeding
days.  "The battering and ramming of the floes increased in the early
hours [of February 29] until it seemed as if some sharp floe or jagged
underfoot must go through the ship's hull.  At 6 a.m. we converted a
large coir-spring into a fender, and slipped it under the port quarter,
where a pressured floe with twenty to thirty feet underfoot was
threatening try knock the propeller and stern-post off altogether. At 9
a.m., after pumping ship, the engineer reported a leak in the way of
the propeller-shaft aft near the stern-post on the port side. The
carpenter cut part of the lining and filled the space between the
timbers with Stockholm tar, cement, and oakum.  He could not get at the
actual leak, but his makeshift made a little difference. I am anxious
about the propeller.  This pack is a dangerous place for a ship now; it
seems miraculous that the old Barky still floats."

The ice opened out a little on March 1.  It was imperative to get the
ship out of her dangerous situation quickly; as winter was approaching,
and Stenhouse therefore ordered steam to be raised. Next morning he had
the spanker gaff rigged over the stern for use as a temporary rudder
while in the heavy pack.  Steam had been raised to working pressure at
5.15 p.m. on the 2nd, and the 'Aurora' began to work ahead to the
westward.  Progress was very slow owing to heavy floes and deep
underfoots, which necessitated frequent stoppages of the engines.  Open
water was in sight to the north and north-west the next morning, after
a restless night spent among the rocking floes. But progress was very
slow.  The 'Aurora' went to leeward under the influence of a west-south-
west breeze, and steering by means of the yards and a warp-anchor was a
ticklish business.  The ship came to a full stop among heavy floes
before noon on the 3rd, and three hours later, after vain attempts to
warp ahead by means of ice-anchors, Stenhouse had the fires partially
drawn (to save coal) and banked.

No advance was made on March 4 and 5.  A moderate gale from the east-
north-east closed the ice and set it in motion, and the 'Aurora', with
banked fires, rolled and bumped, heavily.  Seventeen bergs were in
sight, and one of them was working southwards into the pack and
threatening to approach the ship.  During the night the engines were
turned repeatedly by the action of ice on the propeller blades.  "All
theories about the swell being non-existent in the pack are false,"
wrote the anxious master. "Here we are with a suggestion only of open
water-sky, and the ship rolling her scuppers under and sitting down
bodily on the floes."  The ice opened when the wind moderated, and on
the afternoon of the 6th the 'Aurora' moved northward again. "Without a
rudder (no jury-rudder can yet be used amongst these swirling, rolling
floes) the ship requires a lot of attention.  Her head must be pointed
between floes by means of ice-anchors and warps, or by mooring to a
floe and steaming round it.  We kept a fairly good course between two
bergs to our northward and made about five miles northing till,
darkness coming on, the men could no longer venture on the floes with
safety to fix the anchors."

The next three days were full of anxiety.  The 'Aurora' was held by
the ice, and subjected to severe buffeting, while two bergs approached
from the north.  On the morning of the 10th the nearest berg was within
three cables of the ship.  But the pack had opened and by 9.30 a.m. the
ship was out of the danger zone and headed north-north-east.  The pack
continued to open during the afternoon, and the 'Aurora' passed through
wide stretches of small loose floes and brash. Progress was good until
darkness made a stop necessary.  The next morning the pack was denser.
Stenhouse shipped a preventer jury-rudder (the weighted spanker gaff),
but could not get steerage way. Broad leads were sighted to the north-
west in the afternoon, and the ship got within a quarter of a mile of
the nearest lead before being held up by heavy pack. She again bumped
severely during the night, and the watch stood by with fenders to ease
the more dangerous blows.

Early next morning Stenhouse lowered a jury-rudder, with steering
pennants to drag through the water, and moved north to north-west
through heavy pack.  He made sixteen miles that day on an erratic
course, and then spent an anxious night with the ship setting back into
the pack and being pounded heavily.  Attempts to work forward to an
open lead on the morning of the 13th were unsuccessful.  Early in the
afternoon a little progress was made, with all hands standing by to
fend off high ice, and at 4.50 p.m. the 'Aurora' cleared the main pack.
An hour was spent shipping the jury-rudder under the counter, and then
the ship moved slowly northward.  There was pack still ahead, and the
bergs and growlers were a constant menace in the hours of darkness.
Some anxious work remained to be done, since bergs and scattered ice
extended in all directions, but at 2 p.m. on March 14 the 'Aurora'
cleared the last belt of pack in lat. 62 27.5 S., long. 157 32 E.
"We 'spliced the main brace,'" says Stenhouse, "and blew three blasts
of farewell to the pack with the whistle."

The 'Aurora' was not at the end of her troubles, but the voyage up to
New Zealand need not be described in detail.  Any attempt to reach
McMurdo Sound was now out of the question.  Stenhouse had a battered,
rudderless ship, with only a few tons of coal left in the bunkers, and
he struggled northward in heavy weather against persistent adverse
winds and head seas.  The jury-rudder needed constant nursing, and the
shortage of coal made it impossible to get the best service from the
engines.  There were times when the ship could make no progress and
fell about helplessly in a confused swell or lay hove to amid
mountainous seas.  She was short-handed, and one or two of the men were
creating additional difficulties.  But Stenhouse displayed throughout
fine seamanship and dogged perseverance.  He accomplished successfully
one of the most difficult voyages on record, in an ocean area
notoriously stormy and treacherous.  On March 23 he established
wireless communication with Bluff Station, New Zealand, and the next
day was in touch with Wellington and Hobart.  The naval officer in New
Zealand waters offered assistance, and eventually it was arranged that
the Otago Harbour Board's tug Plucky should meet the 'Aurora' outside
Port Chalmers.  There were still bad days to be endured.  The jury-
rudder partially carried away and had to be unshipped in a heavy sea.
Stenhouse carried on, and in the early morning of April 2 the 'Aurora'
picked up the tug and was taken in tow. She reached Port Chalmers the
following morning, and was welcomed with the warm hospitality that New
Zealand has always shown towards Antarctic explorers.



CHAPTER XVII

THE LAST RELIEF


When I reached New Zealand at the beginning of December 1916, I found
that the arrangements for the relief were complete.  The New Zealand
Government had taken the task in hand earlier in the year, before I had
got into touch with the outside world.  The British and Australian
Governments were giving financial assistance.  The 'Aurora' had been
repaired and refitted at Port Chalmers during the year at considerable
cost, and had been provisioned and coaled for the voyage to McMurdo
Sound.  My old friend Captain John K. Davis, who was a member of my
first Antarctic Expedition in 1907-1909, and who subsequently commanded
Dr. Mawson's ship in the Australian Antarctic Expedition, had been
placed in command of the 'Aurora' by the Governments, and he had
engaged officers, engineers, and crew. Captain Davis came to Wellington
to see me on my arrival there, and I heard his account of the position.
I had interviews also with the Minister for Marine, the late Dr. Robert
McNab, a kindly and sympathetic Scotsman who took a deep personal
interest in the Expedition.  Stenhouse also was in Wellington, and I
may say again here that his account of his voyage and drift in the
'Aurora' filled me with admiration for his pluck, seamanship, and
resourcefulness.

After discussing the situation fully with Dr. McNab, I agreed that the
arrangements already made for the relief expedition should stand. Time
was important and there were difficulties about making any change of
plans or control at the last moment.  After Captain Davis had been at
work for some months the Government agreed to hand the 'Aurora' over to
me free of liability on her return to New Zealand. It was decided,
therefore, that Captain Davis should take the ship down to McMurdo
Sound, and that I should go with him to take charge of any shore
operations that might be necessary.  I "signed on" at a salary of 1s. a
month, and we sailed from Port Chalmers on December 20, 1916.  A week
later we sighted ice again.  The 'Aurora' made a fairly quick passage
through the pack and entered the open water of the Ross Sea on January
7, 1917.

Captain Davis brought the 'Aurora' alongside the ice edge off Cape
Royds on the morning of January 10, and I went ashore with a party to
look for some record in the hut erected there by my Expedition in 1907.
I found a letter stating that the Ross Sea party was housed at Cape
Evans, and was on my way back to the ship when six men, with dogs and
sledge, were sighted coming from the direction of Cape Evans.  At 1
p.m. this party arrived on board, and we learned that of the ten
members of the Expedition left behind when the 'Aurora' broke away on
May 6, 1915, seven had survived, namely, A. Stevens, E. Joyce, H. E.
Wild, J. L. Cope, R. W. Richards, A. K. Jack, I. O. Gaze.  These seven
men were all well, though they showed traces of the ordeal through
which they had passed. They told us of the deaths of Mackintosh,
Spencer-Smith, and Hayward, and of their own anxious wait for relief.

All that remained to be done was to make a final search for the bodies
of Mackintosh and Hayward.  There was no possibility of either man
being alive.  They had been without equipment when the blizzard broke
the ice they were crossing.  It would have been impossible for them to
have survived more than a few days, and eight months had now elapsed
without news of them.  Joyce had already searched south of Glacier
Tongue.  I considered that further search should be made in two
directions, the area north of Glacier Tongue, and the old depot off
Butler Point, and I made a report to Captain Davis to this effect.

On January 12 the ship reached a point five and a half miles east of
Butler Point.  I took a party across rubbly and waterlogged ice to
within thirty yards of the piedmont ice, but owing to high cliffs and
loose slushy ice could not make a landing.  The land-ice had broken
away at the point cut by the cross-bearings of the depot, but was
visible in the form of two large bergs grounded to the north of Cape
Bernacchi.  There was no sign of the depot or of any person having
visited the vicinity. We returned to the ship and proceeded across the
Sound to Cape Bernacchi.

The next day I took a party ashore with the object of searching the
area north of Glacier Tongue, including Razorback Island, for traces of
the two missing men.  We reached the Cape Evans Hut at 1.30 p.m., and
Joyce and I left at 3 p.m. for the Razorbacks.  We conducted a search
round both islands, returning to the hut at 7 p.m.  The search had been
fruitless.  On the 14th I started with Joyce to search the north side
of Glacier Tongue, but the surface drift, with wind from south-east,
decided me not to continue, as the ice was moving rapidly at the end of
Cape Evans, and the pool between the hut and Inaccessible Island was
growing larger. The wind increased in the afternoon.  The next day a
south-east blizzard was blowing, with drift half up the islands.  I
considered it unsafe to sledge that day, especially as the ice was
breaking away from the south side of Cape Evans into the pool.  We
spent the day putting the hut in order.

We got up at 3 a.m. on the 16th.  The weather was fine and calm. I
started at 4.20 with Joyce to the south at the greatest possible speed.
We reached Glacier Tongue about one and a half miles from the seaward
end.  Wherever there were not precipitous cliffs there was an even snow-
slope to the top.  From the top we searched with glasses; there was
nothing to be seen but blue ice, crevassed, showing no protuberances.
We came down and, half running, half walking, worked about three miles
towards the root of the glacier; but I could see there was not the
slightest chance of finding any remains owing to the enormous
snowdrifts wherever the cliffs were accessible.  The base of the steep
cliffs had drifts ten to fifteen feet high.  We arrived back at the hut
at 9.40, and left almost immediately for the ship.  I considered that
all places likely to hold the bodies of Mackintosh and Hayward had now
been searched.  There was no doubt to my mind that they met their
deaths on the breaking of the thin ice when the blizzard arose on May
8, 1916.  During my absence from the hut Wild and Jack had erected a
cross to the memory of the three men who had lost their lives in the
service of the Expedition.

Captain Davis took the ship northward on January 17.  The ice
conditions were unfavourable and pack barred the way.  We stood over to
the western coast towards Dunlop Island and followed it to Granite
Harbour.  No mark or depot of any kind was seen.  The 'Aurora' reached
the main pack, about sixty miles from Cape Adare, on January 22.  The
ice was closed ahead, and Davis went south in open water to wait for
better conditions.  A north-west gale on January 28 enabled the ship to
pass between the pack and the land off Cape Adare, and we crossed the
Antarctic Circle on the last day of the month.  On February 4 Davis
sent a formal report to the New Zealand Government by wireless, and on
February 9 the 'Aurora' was berthed at Wellington.  We were welcomed
like returned brothers by the New Zealand people.



CHAPTER XVIII

THE FINAL PHASE


The foregoing chapters of this book represent the general narrative of
our Expedition.  That we failed in accomplishing the object we set out
for was due, I venture to assert, not to any neglect or lack of
organization, but to the overwhelming natural obstacles, especially the
unprecedentedly severe summer conditions on the Weddell Sea side. But
though the Expedition was a failure in one respect, I think it was
successful in many others.  A large amount of important scientific work
was carried out.  The meteorological observations in particular have an
economic bearing.  The hydrographical work in the Weddell Sea has done
much to clear up the mystery of this, the least known of all the seas.
I have appended a short scientific memorandum to this volume, but the
more detailed scientific results must wait until a more suitable time
arrives, when more stable conditions prevail.  Then results will be
worked out.

To the credit side of the Expedition one can safely say that the
comradeship and resource of the members of the Expedition was worthy of
the highest traditions of Polar service; and it was a privilege to me
to have had under my command men who, through dark days and the stress
and strain of continuous danger, kept up their spirits and carried out
their work regardless of themselves and heedless of the limelight.  The
same energy and endurance that they showed in the Antarctic they
brought to the greater war in the Old World.  And having followed our
fortunes in the South you may be interested to know that practically
every member of the Expedition was employed in one or other branches of
the active fighting forces during the war. Several are still abroad,
and for this very reason it has been impossible for me to obtain
certain details for this book.

Of the fifty-three men who returned out of the fifty-six who left for
the South, three have since been killed and five wounded.  Four
decorations have been won, and several members of the Expedition have
been mentioned in dispatches.  McCarthy, the best and most efficient of
the sailors, always cheerful under the most trying circumstances, and
who for these very reasons I chose to accompany me on the boat journey
to South Georgia, was killed at his gun in the Channel. Cheetham, the
veteran of the Antarctic, who had been more often south of the
Antarctic circle than any man, was drowned when the vessel he was
serving in was torpedoed, a few weeks before the Armistice. Ernest
Wild, Frank Wild's brother, was killed while minesweeping in the
Mediterranean.  Mauger, the carpenter on the 'Aurora', was badly
wounded while serving with the New Zealand Infantry, so that he is
unable to follow his trade again.  He is now employed by the New
Zealand Government.  The two surgeons, Macklin and McIlroy, served in
France and Italy, McIlroy being badly wounded at Ypres.  Frank Wild, in
view of his unique experience of ice and ice conditions, was at once
sent to the North Russian front, where his zeal and ability won him the
highest praise.

Macklin served first with the Yorks and later transferred as medical
officer to the Tanks, where he did much good work.  Going to the
Italian front with his battalion, he won the Military Cross for bravery
in tending wounded under fire.

James joined the Royal Engineers, Sound Ranging Section, and after
much front-line work was given charge of a Sound Ranging School to
teach other officers this latest and most scientific addition to the
art of war.

Wordie went to France with the Royal Field Artillery and was badly
wounded at Armentires.

Hussey was in France for eighteen months with the Royal Garrison
Artillery, serving in every big battle from Dixmude to Saint-Quentin.

Worsley, known to his intimates as Depth-Charge Bill, owing to his
success with that particular method of destroying German submarines,
has the Distinguished Service Order and three submarines to his credit.

Stenhouse, who commanded the 'Aurora' after Mackintosh landed, was
with Worsley as his second in command when one of the German submarines
was rammed and sunk, and received the D.S.C. for his share in the
fight.  He was afterwards given command of a Mystery Ship, and fought
several actions with enemy submarines.

Clark served on a mine-sweeper.  Greenstreet was employed with the
barges on the Tigris.  Rickenson was commissioned as Engineer-
Lieutenant, R.N.  Kerr returned to the Merchant Service as an engineer.

Most of the crew of the 'Endurance' served on minesweepers.

Of the Ross Sea Party, Mackintosh, Hayward, and Spencer-Smith died for
their country as surely as any who gave up their lives on the fields of
France and Flanders.  Hooke, the wireless operator, now navigates an
airship.

Nearly all of the crew of the 'Aurora' joined the New Zealand Field
Forces and saw active service in one or other of the many theatres of
war.  Several have been wounded, but it has been impossible to obtain
details.

On my return, after the rescue of the survivors of the Ross Sea Party,
I offered my services to the Government, and was sent on a mission to
South America.  When this was concluded I was commissioned as Major and
went to North Russia in charge of Arctic Equipment and Transport,
having with me Worsley, Stenhouse, Hussey, Macklin, and Brocklehurst,
who was to have come South with us, but who, as a regular officer,
rejoined his unit on the outbreak of war.  He has been wounded three
times and was in the retreat from Mons.  Worsley was sent across to the
Archangel front, where he did excellent work, and the others served
with me on the Murmansk front.  The mobile columns there had exactly
the same clothing, equipment, and sledging food as we had on the
Expedition.   No expense was spared to obtain the best of everything
for them, and as a result not a single case of avoidable frost-bite was
reported.

Taking the Expedition as a unit, out of fifty-six men three died in
the Antarctic, three were killed in action, and five have been wounded,
so that our casualties have been fairly high.

Though some have gone there are enough left to rally round and form a
nucleus for the next Expedition, when troublous times are over and
scientific exploration can once more be legitimately undertaken.



APPENDIX I

SCIENTIFIC WORK
By J. M. WORDIE, M.A. (Cantab.), Lieut. R.F.A.


The research undertaken by the Expedition was originally planned for a
shore party working from a fixed base on land, but it was only in South
Georgia that this condition of affairs was fully realized.  On this
island, where a full month was spent, the geologist made very extensive
collections, and began the mapping of the country; the magnetician
had some of his instruments in working order for a short while; and
the meteorologist was able to co-operate with the Argentine observer
stationed at Grytviken. It had been realized how important the
meteorological observations were going to be to the Argentine
Government, and they accordingly did all in their power to help, both
before and at the end of the Expedition.  The biologist devoted most of
his time, meanwhile, to the whaling industry, there being no less than
seven stations on the island; he also made collections of the neritic
fauna, and, accompanied by the photographer, studied the bird life and
the habits of the sea-elephants along the east coast.

By the time the actual southern voyage commenced, each individual had
his own particular line of work which he was prepared to follow out.
The biologist at first confined himself to collecting the plankton, and
a start was made in securing water samples for temperature and
salinity.  In this, from the beginning, he had the help of the
geologist, who also gave instructions for the taking of a line of
soundings under the charge of the ship's officers.  This period of the
southward voyage was a very busy time so far as the scientists were
concerned, for, besides their own particular work, they took the full
share of looking after the dogs and working the ship watch by watch.
At the same time, moreover, the biologist had to try and avoid being
too lavish with his preserving material at the expense of the shore
station collections which were yet to make.

When it was finally known that the ship had no longer any chance of
getting free of the ice in the 1914-1915 season, a radical change was
made in the arrangements.  The scientists were freed, as far as
possible, from ship's duties, and were thus able to devote themselves
almost entirely to their own particular spheres. The meteorological
investigations took on a more definite shape; the instruments intended
for the land base were set up on board ship, including self-recording
barographs, thermometers, and a Dines anemometer, with which very
satisfactory results were got. The physicist set up his quadrant
electrometer after a good deal of trouble, but throughout the winter
had to struggle constantly with rime forming on the parts of his
apparatus exposed to the outer air.  Good runs were being thus
continually spoilt.  The determination of the magnetic constants also
took up a good part of his time.

Besides collecting plankton the biologist was now able to put down one
or other of his dredges at more frequent intervals, always taking care,
however, not to exhaust his store of preserving material, which was
limited.  The taking of water samples was established on a better
system, so that the series should be about equally spaced out over the
ship's course.  The geologist suppressed all thought of rocks, though
occasionally they were met with in bottom samples; his work became
almost entirely oceanographical, and included a study of the sea-ice,
of the physiography of the sea floor as shown by daily soundings, and
of the bottom deposits; besides this he helped the biologist in the
temperature and salinity observations.

The work undertaken and accomplished by each member was as wide as
possible; but it was only in keeping with the spirit of the times that
more attention should be paid to work from which practical and economic
results were likely to accrue.  The meteorologist had always in view
the effect of Antarctic climate on the other southern continents, the
geologist looked on ice from a seaman's point of view, and the
biologist not unwillingly put whales in the forefront of his programme.
The accounts which follow on these very practical points show how
closely scientific work in the Antarctica is in touch with, and helps
on the economic development of, the inhabited lands to the north.



SEA-ICE NOMENCLATURE
By J. M. WORDIE, M.A. (Cantab.), Lieut. R.F.A.


During the voyage of the 'Endurance' it was soon noticed that the
terms being used to describe different forms of ice were not always in
agreement with those given in Markham's and Mill's glossary in "The
Antarctic Manual," 1901.  It was the custom, of course, to follow
implicitly the terminology used by those of the party whose experience
of ice dated back to Captain Scott's first voyage, so that the terms
used may be said to be common to all Antarctic voyages of the present
century.  The principal changes, therefore, in nomenclature must date
from the last quarter of the nineteenth century, when there was no one
to pass on the traditional usage from the last naval Arctic Expedition
in 1875 to the Discovery Expedition of 1901.  On the latter ship
Markham's and Mill's glossary was, of course, used, but apparently not
slavishly; founded, as far as sea-ice went, on Scoresby's, made in
1820, it might well have been adopted in its entirety, for no writer
could have carried more weight than Scoresby the younger, combining as
he did more than ten years' whaling experience with high scientific
attainments.  Above all others he could be accepted both by practical
seamen and also by students of ice forms.

That the old terms of Scoresby did not all survive the period of
indifference to Polar work, in spite of Markham and Mill, is an
indication either that their usefulness has ceased or that the original
usage has changed once and for all.  A restatement of terms is
therefore now necessary.  Where possible the actual phrases of Scoresby
and  of his successors, Markham and Mill, are still used. The principle
adopted, however, is to give preference to the words actually used by
the Polar seamen themselves.

The following authorities have been followed as closely as possible:

W. Scoresby, Jun., "An Account of the Arctic Regions," 1820, vol. i,
pp. 225-233, 238-241.

C. R. Markham and H. R. Mill in "The Antarctic Manual," 1901,
pp. xiv-xvi.

J. Payer, "New Lands within the Arctic Circle," 1876, vol. i, pp. 3-14.

W. S. Bruce, "Polar Exploration" in Home University Library, c. 1911,
pp. 54-71.

Reference should also be made to the annual publication of the Danish
Meteorological Institute showing the Arctic ice conditions of the
previous summer.  This is published in both Danish and English, so that
the terms used there are bound to have a very wide acceptance; it is
hoped, therefore, that they may be the means of preventing the
Antarctic terminology following a different line of evolution; for but
seldom is a seaman found nowadays who knows both Polar regions.  On the
Danish charts six different kinds of sea-ice are marked--namely,
unbroken polar ice; land-floe; great ice-fields; tight pack-ice; open
ice; bay-ice and brash.  With the exception of bay-ice, which is more
generally known as young ice, all these terms pass current in the
Antarctic.

"Slush" or "Sludge".  The initial stages in the freezing of sea-water,
when its consistency becomes gluey or soupy. The term is also used (but
not commonly) for brash-ice still further broken down.

"Pancake-ice".  Small circular floes with raised rims; due to the break-
up in a gently ruffled sea of the newly formed ice into pieces which
strike against each other, and so form turned-up edges.

"Young Ice".  Applied to all unhummocked ice up to about a foot in
thickness.  Owing to the fibrous or platy structure, the floes crack
easily, and where the ice is not over thick a ship under steam cuts a
passage without much difficulty.  Young ice may originate from the
coalescence of "pancakes," where the water is slightly ruffled or else
be a sheet of "black ice," covered maybe with "ice-flowers," formed by
the freezing of a smooth sheet of sea-water.

In the Arctic it has been the custom to call this form of ice "bay-
ice"; in the Antarctic, however, the latter term is wrongly used for
land-floes (fast-ice, etc.), and has been so misapplied consistently
for fifteen years.  The term bay-ice should possibly, therefore, be
dropped altogether, especially since, even in the Arctic, its meaning
is not altogether a rigid one, as it may denote firstly the gluey
"slush," which forms when sea-water freezes, and secondly the firm
level sheet ultimately produced.

"Land floes".  Heavy but not necessarily hummocked ice, with generally a
deep snow covering, which has remained held up in the position of
growth by the enclosing nature of some feature of the coast, or by
grounded bergs throughout the summer season when most of the ice breaks
out.  Its thickness is, therefore, above the average.  Has been called
at various times "fast-ice," "coast-ice," "land-ice," "bay-ice" by
Shackleton and David and the Charcot Expedition; and possibly what
Drygalski calls "Schelfeis" is not very different.

"Floe".  An area of ice, level or hummocked, whose limits are within
sight.  Includes all sizes between brash on the one hand and fields on
the other.  "Light-floes" are between one and two feet in thickness
(anything thinner being "young-ice").  Those exceeding two feet in
thickness are termed "heavy floes," being generally hummocked, and in
the Antarctic, at any rate, covered by fairly deep snow.

"Field".  A sheet of ice of such extent that its limits cannot be seen
from the masthead.

"Hummocking".   Includes all the processes of pressure formation whereby
level young ice becomes broken up and built up into

"Hummocky Floes".  The most suitable term for what has also been called
"old pack" and "screwed pack" by David and "Scholleneis" by German
writers.  In contrast to young ice, the structure is no longer fibrous,
but becomes spotted or bubbly, a certain percentage of salt drains
away, and the ice becomes almost translucent.

The Pack is a term very often used in a wide sense to include any area
of sea-ice, no matter what form it takes or how disposed. The French
term is "banquise de derive".

"Pack-ice".  A more restricted use than the above, to include hummocky
floes or close areas of young ice and light floes. Pack-ice is "close"
or "tight" if the floes constituting it are in contact; "open" if, for
the most part, they do not touch. In both cases it hinders, but does
not necessarily check, navigation; the contrary holds for

"Drift-ice".  Loose open ice, where the area of water exceeds that of
ice.  Generally drift-ice is within reach of the swell, and is a stage
in the breaking down of pack-ice, the size of the floes being much
smaller than in the latter.  (Scoresby's use of the term drift-ice for
pieces of ice intermediate in size between floes and brash has,
however, quite died out).  The Antarctic or Arctic pack usually has a
girdle or fringe of drift-ice.

"Brash".  Small fragments and roundish nodules; the wreck of other kinds
of ice.

"Bergy Bits".  Pieces, about the size of a cottage, of glacier-ice or of
hummocky pack washed clear of snow.

"Growlers".  Still smaller pieces of sea-ice than the above, greenish in
colour, and barely showing above water-level.

"Crack".  Any sort of fracture or rift in the sea-ice covering.

"Lead" or "Lane".  Where a crack opens out to such a width as to be
navigable.  In the Antarctic it is customary to speak of these as
leads, even when frozen over to constitute areas of young ice.

"Pools".  Any enclosed water areas in the pack, where length and breadth
are about equal.



METEOROLOGY
By L. D. A. HUSSEY, B.Sc., (Lond.), Capt. R.G.A.


The meteorological results of the Expedition, when properly worked out
and correlated with those from other stations in the southern
hemisphere, will be extremely valuable, both for their bearing on the
science of meteorology in general, and for their practical and economic
applications.

South America is, perhaps, more intimately concerned than any other
country, but Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa are all affected
by the weather conditions of the Antarctic.  Researches are now being
carried on which tend to show that the meteorology of the two
hemispheres is more interdependent than was hitherto believed, so that
a meteorological disturbance in one part of the world makes its
presence felt, more or less remotely perhaps, all over the world.

It is evident, therefore, that a complete knowledge of the weather
conditions in any part of the world, which it is understood carries
with it the ability to make correct forecasts, can never be obtained
unless the weather conditions in every other part are known.  This
makes the need for purely scientific Polar Expeditions so imperative,
since our present knowledge of Arctic and Antarctic meteorology is very
meagre, and to a certain extent unsystematic.  What is wanted is a
chain of observing stations well equipped with instruments and trained
observers stretching across the Antarctic Continent.  A series of
exploring ships could supplement these observations with others made by
them while cruising in the Antarctic Seas.  It would pay to do this,
even for the benefit accruing to farmers, sailors, and others who are
so dependent on the weather.

As an instance of the value of a knowledge of Antarctic weather
conditions, it may be mentioned that, as the result of observations and
researches carried out at the South Orkneys--a group of sub-Antarctic
islands at the entrance to the Weddell Sea--it has been found that a
cold winter in that sea is a sure precursor of a drought over the maize
and cereal bearing area of Argentina three and a half years later.  To
the farmers, the value of this knowledge so far in advance is enormous,
and since England has some three hundred million pounds sterling
invested in Argentine interests, Antarctic Expeditions have proved, and
will prove, their worth even from a purely commercial point of view.

I have given just this one instance to satisfy those who question the
utility of Polar Expeditions, but many more could be cited.

As soon as it was apparent that no landing could be made, and that we
should have to spend a winter in the ship drifting round with the pack,
instruments were set up and observations taken just as if we had been
ashore.

A meteorological screen or box was erected on a platform over the
stern, right away from the living quarters, and in it were placed the
maximum and minimum thermometers, the recording barograph, and
thermograph--an instrument which writes every variation of the
temperature and pressure on a sheet of paper on a revolving drum--and
the standard thermometer, a very carefully manufactured thermometer,
with all its errors determined and tabulated.  The other thermometers
were all checked from this one. On top of the screen a Robinson's
anemometer was screwed.  This consisted of an upright rod, to the top
of which were pivoted four arms free to revolve in a plane at right
angles to it.  At the end of these arms hemispherical cups were
screwed.  These were caught by the wind and the arms revolved at a
speed varying with the force of the wind.  The speed of the wind could
be read off on a dial below the arms.

In addition there was an instrument called a Dines anemometer which
supplied interesting tracings of the force, duration, and direction of
the wind.  There was an added advantage in the fact that the drum on
which these results were recorded was comfortably housed down below, so
that one could sit in a comparatively warm room and follow all the
varying phases of the blizzard which was raging without.  The barometer
used was of the Kew Standard pattern. When the ship was crushed, all
the monthly records were saved, but the detailed tracings, which had
been packed up in the hold, were lost.  Though interesting they were
not really essential. Continuous observations were made during the long
drift on the floe and while on Elephant Island the temperature was
taken at midday each day as long as the thermometers lasted.  The
mortality amongst these instruments, especially those which were tied
to string and swung round, was very high.

A few extracts from the observations taken during 1915--the series for
that year being practically complete--may be of interest. January was
dull and overcast, only 7 per cent. of the observations recording a
clear blue sky, 71 per cent. being completely overcast.

The percentage of clear sky increased steadily up till June and July,
these months showing respectively 42 per cent. and 45.7 per cent.  In
August 40 per cent. of the observations were clear sky, while September
showed a sudden drop to 27 per cent.  October weather was much the
same, and November was practically overcast the whole time, clear sky
showing at only 8 per cent. of the observations.  In December the sky
was completely overcast for nearly 90 per cent. of the time.

Temperatures on the whole were fairly high, though a sudden unexpected
drop in February, after a series of heavy north-easterly gales, caused
the ship to be frozen in, and effectually put an end to any hopes of
landing that year.  The lowest temperature experienced was in July,
when -35 Fahr., i.e. 67 below freezing, was reached. Fortunately, as
the sea was one mass of consolidated pack, the air was dry, and many
days of fine bright sunshine occurred.  Later on, as the pack drifted
northwards and broke up, wide lanes of water were formed, causing fogs
and mist and dull overcast weather generally. In short, it may be said
that in the Weddell Sea the best weather comes in winter. Unfortunately
during that season the sun also disappears, so that one cannot enjoy it
as much as one would like.

As a rule, too, southerly winds brought fine clear weather, with
marked fall in the temperature, and those from the north were
accompanied by mist, fog, and overcast skies, with comparatively high
temperatures.  In the Antarctic a temperature of 30, i.e. 2 below
freezing, is considered unbearably hot.

The greatest difficulty that was experienced was due to the
accumulation of rime on the instruments.  In low temperatures
everything became covered with ice-crystals, deposited from the air,
which eventually grew into huge blocks.  Sometimes these blocks became
dislodged and fell, making it dangerous to walk along the decks.  The
rime collected on the thermometers, the glass bowl of the sunshine
recorder, and the bearings of the anemometer, necessitating the
frequent use of a brush to remove it, and sometimes effectively
preventing the instruments from recording at all.

One of our worst blizzards occurred on August 1, 1915, which was, for
the ship, the beginning of the end.  It lasted for four days, with
cloudy and overcast weather for the three following days, and from that
time onwards we enjoyed very little sun.

The weather that we experienced on Elephant Island can only be
described as appalling.  Situated as we were at the mouth of a gully,
down which a huge glacier was slowly moving, with the open sea in front
and to the left, and towering, snow-covered mountains on our right, the
air was hardly ever free from snowdrift, and the winds increased to
terrific violence through being forced over the glacier and through the
narrow gully.  Huge blocks of ice were hurled about like pebbles, and
cases of clothing and cooking utensils were whisked out of our hands
and carried away to sea. For the first fortnight after our landing
there, the gale blew, at times, at over one hundred miles an hour.
Fortunately it never again quite reached that intensity, but on several
occasions violent squalls made us very fearful for the safety of our
hut. The island was almost continuously covered with a pall of fog and
snow, clear weather obtaining occasionally when pack-ice surrounded us.
Fortunately a series of south-westerly gales had blown all the ice away
to the north-east two days before the rescue ship arrived, leaving a
comparatively clear sea for her to approach the island.

Being one solitary moving station in the vast expanse of the Weddell
Sea, with no knowledge of what was happening anywhere around us,
forecasting was very difficult and at times impossible.

Great assistance in this direction was afforded by copies of Mr. R. C.
Mossmann's researches and papers on Antarctic meteorology, which he
kindly supplied to us.

I have tried to make this very brief account of the meteorological
side of the Expedition rather more "popular" than scientific, since the
publication and scientific discussion of the observations will be
carried out elsewhere; but if, while showing the difficulties under
which we had to work, it emphasizes the value of Antarctic Expeditions
from a purely utilitarian point of view, and the need for further
continuous research into the conditions obtaining in the immediate
neighbourhood of the Pole, it will have achieved its object.



PHYSICS
By R. W. JAMES, M.A. (Cantab.), B.Sc. (Lond.), Capt. R.E.


Owing to the continued drift of the ship with the ice, the programme
of physical observations originally made out had to be considerably
modified.  It had been intended to set up recording magnetic
instruments at the base, and to take a continuous series of records
throughout the whole period of residence there, absolute measurements
of the earth's horizontal magnetic force, of the dip and declination
being taken at frequent intervals for purposes of calibration.  With
the ice continually drifting, and the possibility of the floe cracking
at any time, it proved impracticable to set up the recording
instruments, and the magnetic observations were confined to a series of
absolute measurements taken whenever opportunity occurred.  These
measurements, owing to the drift of the ship, extend over a
considerable distance, and give a chain of values along a line
stretching, roughly from 77 S. lat. to 69 S. lat.  This is not the
place to give the actual results; it is quite enough to state that, as
might have been expected from the position of the magnetic pole, the
values obtained correspond to a comparatively low magnetic latitude,
the value of the dip ranging from 63 to 68.

So far as possible, continuous records of the electric potential
gradient in the atmosphere were taken, a form of quadrant electrometer
with a boom and ink recorder, made by the Cambridge Scientific
Instrument Company, being employed.  Here again, the somewhat peculiar
conditions made work difficult, as the instrument was very susceptible
to small changes of level, such as occurred from time to time owing to
the pressure of the ice on the ship. An ionium collector, for which the
radioactive material was kindly supplied by Mr. F. H. Glew, was used.
The chief difficulty to contend with was the constant formation of
thick deposits of rime, which either grew over the insulation and
spoiled it, or covered up the collector so that it could no longer act.
Nevertheless, a considerable number of good records were obtained,
which have not yet been properly worked out.  Conditions during the
Expedition were very favourable for observations on the physical
properties and natural history of sea-ice, and a considerable number of
results were obtained, which are, however, discussed elsewhere, mention
of them being made here since they really come under the heading of
physics.

In addition to these main lines of work, many observations of a
miscellaneous character were made, including those on the occurrence
and nature of parhelia or "mock suns," which were very common, and
generally finely developed, and observations of the auroral displays,
which were few and rather poor owing to the comparatively low magnetic
latitude.  Since most of the observations made are of little value
without a knowledge of the place where they were made, and since a very
complete set of soundings were also taken, the daily determination of
the ship's position was a matter of some importance. The drift of the
ship throws considerable light on at least one geographical problem,
that of the existence of Morrell Land.  The remainder of this appendix
will therefore be devoted to a discussion of the methods used to
determine the positions of the ship from day to day.

The latitude and longitude were determined astronomically every day
when the sun or stars were visible, the position thus determined
serving as the fixed points between which the position on days when the
sky was overcast could be interpolated by the process known as "dead
reckoning," that is to say, by estimating the speed and course of the
ship, taking into account the various causes affecting it. The sky was
often overcast for several days at a stretch, and it was worth while to
take a certain amount of care in the matter.  Captain Worsley
constructed an apparatus which gave a good idea of the direction of
drift at any time. This consisted of an iron rod, which passed through
an iron tube, frozen vertically into the ice, into the water below.  At
the lower end of the rod, in the water, was a vane. The rod being free
to turn, the vane took up the direction of the current, the direction
being shown by an indicator attached to the top of the rod.  The
direction shown depended, of course, on the drift of the ice relative
to the water, and did not take into account any actual current which
may have been carrying the ice with it, but the true current seems
never to have been large, and the direction of the vane probably gave
fairly accurately the direction of the drift of the ice.  No exact idea
of the rate of drift could be obtained from the apparatus, although one
could get an estimate of it by displacing the vane from its position of
rest and noticing how quickly it returned to it, the speed of return
being greater the more rapid the drift.  Another means of estimating
the speed and direction of the drift was from the trend of the wire
when a sounding was being taken.  The rate and direction of drift
appeared to depend almost entirely on the wind-velocity and direction
at the time.  If any true current-effect existed, it is not obvious
from a rough comparison of the drift with the prevailing wind, but a
closer investigation of the figures may show some outstanding effect
due to current.*
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* Cf. "Scientific results of Norwegian North Polar Expedition,
1893-96," vol. iii, p. 357.
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The drift was always to the left of the actual wind-direction. This
effect is due to the rotation of the earth, a corresponding deviation
to the right of the wind direction being noted by Nansen during the
drift of the Fram.  A change in the direction of the wind was often
preceded by some hours by a change in the reading of the drift vane.
This is no doubt due to the ice to windward being set in motion, the
resulting disturbance travelling through the ice more rapidly than the
approaching wind.

For the astronomical observations either the sextant or a theodolite
was used.  The theodolite employed was a light 3 Vernier instrument
by Carey Porter, intended for sledging work. This instrument was fairly
satisfactory, although possibly rigidity had been sacrificed to
lightness to rather too great an extent.  Another point which appears
worth mentioning is the following: The foot-screws were of brass, the
tribrach, into which they fitted, was made of aluminium for the sake of
lightness.  The two metals have a different coefficient of expansion,
and while the feet fitted the tribrach at ordinary temperatures, they
were quite loose at temperatures in the region of 20 Fahr. below zero.
In any instrument designed for use at low temperatures, care should be
taken that parts which have to fit together are made of the same
material.

For determining the position in drifting pack-ice, the theodolite
proved to be a more generally useful instrument than the sextant. The
ice-floes are quite steady in really thick pack-ice, and the theodolite
can be set up and levelled as well as on dry land. The observations,
both for latitude and longitude, consist in measuring altitude of the
sun or of a star.  The chief uncertainty in this measurement is that
introduced by the refraction of light by the air. At very low
temperatures, the correction to be applied on this account is
uncertain, and, if possible, observations should always be made in
pairs with a north star and a south star for a latitude, and an east
star and a west star for a longitude.  The refraction error will then
usually mean out. This error affects observations both with the
theodolite and the sextant, but in the case of the sextant another
cause of error occurs.  In using the sextant, the angle between the
heavenly body and the visible horizon is measured directly. Even in
dense pack-ice, if the observations are taken from the deck of the ship
or from a hummock or a low berg, the apparent horizon is usually sharp
enough for the purpose.  In very cold weather, however, and
particularly if there are open leads and pools between the observer and
the horizon, there is frequently a great deal of mirage, and the
visible horizon may be miraged up several minutes.  This will reduce
the altitude observed, and corrections on this account are practically
impossible to apply. This error may be counterbalanced to some extent
by pairing observations as described above, but it by no means follows
that the mirage effect will be the same in the two directions.  Then
again, during the summer months, no stars will be visible, and
observations for latitude will have to depend on a single noon sight of
the sun.  If the sun is visible at midnight its altitude will be too
low for accurate observations, and in any case atmospheric conditions
will be quite different from those prevailing at noon.  In the
Antarctic, therefore, conditions are peculiarly difficult for getting
really accurate observations, and it is necessary to reduce the
probability of error in a single observation as much as possible.  When
possible, observations of the altitude of a star or of the sun should
be taken with the theodolite, since the altitude is referred to the
spirit-level of the instrument, and is independent of any apparent
horizon. During the drift of the 'Endurance' both means of observation
were generally employed.  A comparison of the results showed an
agreement between sextant and theodolite, within the errors of the
instrument if the temperature was above about 20 Fahr.  At lower
temperatures there were frequently discrepancies which could generally
be attributed to the mirage effects described above.

As the 'Endurance' was carried by the ice-drift well to the west of
the Weddell Sea, towards the position of the supposed Morrell Land, the
accurate determination of longitude became a matter of moment in view
of the controversy as to the existence of this land. During a long
voyage latitude can always be determined with about the same accuracy,
the accuracy merely depending on the closeness with which altitudes can
be measured.  In the case of longitude matters are rather different.
The usual method employed consists in the determination of the local
time by astronomical observations, and the comparison of this time with
Greenwich time, as shown by the ship's chronometer, an accurate
knowledge of the errors and rate of the chronometer being required.
During the voyage of the 'Endurance' about fifteen months elapsed
during which no check on the chronometers could be obtained by the
observation of known land, and had no other check been applied there
would have been the probability of large errors in the longitudes.  For
the purpose of checking the chronometers a number of observations of
occultations were observed during the winter of 1915.  An occultation
is really the eclipse of a star by the moon.  A number of such eclipses
occur monthly, and are tabulated in the "Nautical Almanac." From the
data given there it is possible to compute the Greenwich time at which
the phenomenon ought to occur for an observer situated at any place on
the earth, provided his position is known within a few miles, which
will always be the case.  The time of disappearance of the star by the
chronometer to be corrected is noted.  The actual Greenwich time of the
occurrence is calculated, and the error of the chronometer is thus
determined. With ordinary care the chronometer error can be determined
in this way to within a few seconds, which is accurate enough for
purposes of navigation. The principal difficulties of this method lie
in the fact that comparatively few occultations occur, and those which
do occur are usually of stars of the fifth magnitude or lower.  In the
Antarctic, conditions for observing occultation are rather favourable
during the winter, since, fifth-magnitude stars can be seen with a
small telescope at any time during the twenty-four hours if the sky is
clear, and the moon is also often above the horizon for a large
fraction of the time.  In the summer, however, the method is quite
impossible, since, for some months, stars are not to be seen.

No chronometer check could be applied until June 1915.  On June 24 a
series of four occultations were observed; and the results of the
observations showed an error in longitude of a whole degree. In July,
August, and September further occultations were observed, and a fairly
reliable rate was worked out for the chronometers and watches. After
the crushing of the ship on October 27, 1915, no further occultations
were observed, but the calculated rates for the watches were employed,
and the longitude deduced, using these rates on March 23, 1916, was
only about 10 of arc in error, judging by the observations of
Joinville Land made on that day. It is thus fairly certain that no
large error can have been made in the determination of the position of
the 'Endurance' at any time during the drift, and her course can be
taken as known with greater certainty than is usually the case in a
voyage of such length.



SOUTH ATLANTIC WHALES AND WHALING
By ROBERT S. CLARK, M.A., B.Sc., Lieut. R.N.V.R.


Modern whaling methods were introduced into sub-Antarctic seas in
1904, and operations commenced in the following year at South Georgia.
So successful was the initial venture that several companies were
floated, and the fishing area was extended to the South Shetlands, the
South Orkneys, and as far as 67 S. along the western coast of Graham
Land.  This area lies within the Dependencies of the Falkland Islands,
and is under the control of the British Government, and its
geographical position offers exceptional opportunities for the
successful prosecution of the industry by providing a sufficient number
of safe anchorages and widely separated islands, where shore stations
have been established.  The Dependencies of the Falkland Islands lie
roughly within latitude 50 and 65 S. and longitude 25 and 70 W.,
and include the Falkland Islands, South Georgia, South Sandwich, South
Orkney, and South Shetland Islands, and part of Graham Land.

The industry is prosperous, and the products always find a ready
market. In this sub-Antarctic area alone, the resulting products more
than doubled the world's supply.  The total value of the Falkland
Island Dependencies in 1913 amounted to 1,252,432, in 1914 to
1,300,978, in 1915 to 1,333,401, and in 1916 to 1,774,570.  This has
resulted chiefly from the marketing of whale oil and the by-product,
guano, and represents for each total a season's capture of several
thousand whales.  In 1916, the number of whales captured in this area
was 11,860, which included 6000 for South Georgia alone. Whale oil,
which is now the product of most economic value in the whaling
industry, is produced in four grades (some companies adding a fifth).
These are Nos. 0, I, II, III, IV, which in 1913 sold at 24, 22, 20,
and 18 respectively per ton, net weight, barrels included (there are
six barrels to a ton).  The 1919 prices have increased to

   72 10s. per ton (barrels included) less 2 per cent.
   68 per ton (barrels included) less 2 per cent.
   65  "  "       "       "        "   "    "
   63  "  "       "       "        "   "    "

Whale oil can be readily transformed into glycerine:  it is used in
the manufacture of soap, and quite recently, both in this country and
in Norway, it has been refined by means of a simple hardening process
into a highly palatable and nutritious margarine.  Wartime conditions
emphasized the importance of the whale oil, and fortunately the supply
was fairly constant for the production of the enormous quantities of
glycerine required by the country in the manufacture of explosives.  In
relation to the food supply, it was no less important in saving the
country from a "fat" famine, when the country was confronted with the
shortage of vegetable and other animal oils.  The production of guano,
bone-meal, and flesh-meal may pay off the running expenses of a whaling-
station, but their value lies, perhaps, more in their individual
properties.  Flesh-meal makes up into cattle-cake, which forms an
excellent fattening food for cattle, while bone-meal and guano are very
effective fertilizers.  Guano is the meat--generally the residue of
distillation--which goes through a process of drying and
disintegration, and is mixed with the crushed bone in the proportion of
two parts flesh to one part bone.  This is done chiefly at the shore
stations, and, to a less extent on floating factories, though so far on
the latter it has not proved very profitable.  Whale flesh, though
slightly greasy perhaps and of strong flavour, is quite palatable, and
at South Georgia, it made a welcome addition to our bill of fare--the
flesh of the hump back being used.  A large supply of whale flesh was
"shipped" as food for the dogs on the journey South, and this was eaten
ravenously.  It is interesting to note also the successful rearing of
pigs at South Georgia--chiefly, if not entirely, on the whale products.
The whalebone or baleen plates, which at one time formed the most
valuable article of the Arctic fishery, may here be regarded as of
secondary importance.  The baleen plates of the southern right whale
reach only a length of about 7 ft., and have been valued at 750 per
ton, but the number of these whales captured is very small indeed. In
the case of the other whalebone whales, the baleen plates are much
smaller and of inferior quality--the baleen of the sei whale probably
excepted, and this only makes about 85 per ton, Sperm whales have been
taken at South Georgia and the South Shetlands, but never in any
quantity, being more numerous in warmer areas.  The products and their
value are too well known to be repeated.

The 'Endurance' reached South Georgia on November 5, 1914, and
anchored in King Edward Cove, Cumberland Bay, off Grytviken, the shore
station of the Argentina Pesca Company.  During the month's stay at the
island a considerable amount of time was devoted to a study of the
whales and the whaling industry, in the intervals of the general
routine of expedition work, and simultaneously with other studies on
the general life of this interesting sub-Antarctic island. Visits were
made to six of the seven existing stations, observations were made on
the whales landed, and useful insight was gathered as to the general
working of the industry.

From South Georgia the track of the 'Endurance' lay in a direct line
to the South Sandwich Group, between Saunders and Candlemas Islands.
Then south-easterly and southerly courses were steered to the Coats'
Land barrier, along which we steamed for a few hundred miles until
forced westward, when we were unfortunately held up in about lat. 76
34 S. and long. 37 30 W. on January 19, 1915, by enormous masses of
heavy pack-ice.  The ship drifted to lat. 76 59 S., long. 37 47 W.
on March 19, 1915, and then west and north until crushed in lat. 69 5
S. and long. 51 30 W. on October 26, 1915. We continued drifting
gradually north, afloat on ice-floes, past Graham Land and Joinville
Island, and finally took to the boats on April 9, 1916, and reached
Elephant Island on April 15.  The Falkland Island Dependencies were
thus practically circumnavigated, and it may be interesting to compare
the records of whales seen in the region outside and to the south of
this area with the records and the percentage of each species captured
in the intensive fishing area.

The most productive part of the South Atlantic lies south of latitude
50 S., where active operations extend to and even beyond the Antarctic
circle.  It appears to be the general rule in Antarctic waters that
whales are more numerous the closer the association with ice
conditions, and there seems to be reasonable grounds for supposing that
this may explain the comparatively few whales sighted by Expeditions
which have explored the more northerly and more open seas, while the
whalers themselves have even asserted that their poor seasons have
nearly always coincided with the absence of ice, or with poor ice
conditions.  At all events, those Expeditions which have penetrated far
south and well into the pack-ice have, without exception, reported the
presence of whales in large numbers, even in the farthest south
latitudes, so that our knowledge of the occurrence of whales in the
Antarctic has been largely derived from these Expeditions, whose main
object was either the discovery of new land or the Pole itself.  The
largest number of Antarctic Expeditions has concentrated on the two
areas of the South Atlantic and the Ross Sea, and the records of the
occurrences of whales have, in consequence, been concentrated in these
two localities.  In the intervening areas, however, Expeditions,
notably the 'Belgica' on the western side and the 'Gauss' on the eastern
side of the Antarctic continent, have reported whales in moderately
large numbers, so that the stock is by no means confined to the two
areas above mentioned.

The effective fishing area may be assumed to lie within a radius of a
hundred miles from each shore station and floating-factory anchorage,
and a rough estimate of all the Falkland stations works out at 160,000
square miles.  The total for the whole Falkland area is about 2,000,000
square miles, which is roughly less than a sixth of the total Antarctic
sea area.  The question then arises as to how far the "catch
percentage" during the short fishing season affects the total stock,
but so far one can only conjecture as to the actual results from a
comparison of the numbers seen, chiefly by scientific and other
Expeditions, in areas outside the intensive fishing area with the
numbers and percentage of each species captured in the intensive
fishing area.  Sufficient evidence, however, seems to point quite
definitely to one species--the humpback--being in danger of
extermination, but the blue and fin whales--the other two species of
rorquals which form the bulk of the captures--appear to be as frequent
now as they have ever been.

The whales captured at the various whaling-stations of the Falkland
area are confined largely to three species--blue whale (Balaenoptera
musculus), fin whale (Balaenoptera physalis), and humpback (Megaptera
nodosa); sperm whales (Physeter catodon) and right whales (Balaena
glacialis) being only occasional and rare captures, while the sei whale
(Balaenoptera borealis) appeared in the captures at South Georgia in
1913, and now forms a large percentage of the captures at the Falkland
Islands.  During the earlier years of whaling at South Georgia, and up
to the fishing season 1910-11, humpbacks formed practically the total
catch.  In 1912-13 the following were the percentages for the three
rorquals in the captures at South Georgia and South Shetlands:

Humpback 38 per cent., fin whale 36 per cent., blue whale 20 per cent.
Of late years the percentages have altered considerably, blue whales
and fin whales predominating, humpbacks decreasing rapidly. In 1915,
the South Georgia Whaling Company (Messrs. Salvesen, Leith) captured
1085 whales, consisting of 15 per cent. humpback, 25 per cent. fin
whales, 58 per cent. blue whales, and 2 right whales.  In the same year
the captures of three companies at the South Shetlands gave 1512
whales, and the percentages worked out at 12 per cent. humpbacks, 42
per cent. fin whales, and 45 per cent. blue whales.  In 1919, the
Southern Whaling and Sealing Company captured (at Stromness, South
Georgia) 529 whales, of which 2 per cent. were humpbacks, 51 per cent.
fin whales, and 45 per cent. blue whales. These captures do not
represent the total catch, but are sufficiently reliable to show how
the species are affected.  The reduction in numbers of the humpback is
very noticeable, and even allowing for the possible increase in size of
gear for the capture of the larger and more lucrative blue and fin
whales, there is sufficient evidence to warrant the fears that the
humpback stock is threatened with extinction.

In the immediate northern areas--in the region from latitude 50 S.
northward to the equator, which is regarded as next in importance
quantitatively to the sub-Antarctic, though nothing like being so
productive, the captures are useful for a comparative study in
distribution.  At Saldanha Bay, Cape Colony, in 1912, 131 whales were
captured and the percentages were as follows: 35 per cent. humpback, 13
per cent. fin whale, 4 per cent. blue whale, 46 per cent. sei whale,
while nearer the equator, at Port Alexander, the total capture was 322
whales, and the percentages gave 98 per cent. humpback, and only 2
captures each of fin and sei whales. In 1914, at South Africa (chiefly
Saldanha Bay and Durban), out of a total of 839 whales 60 per cent.
were humpback, 25 per cent. fin whales, and 13 per cent. blue whales.
In 1916, out of a total of 853 whales 10 per cent. were humpback, 13
per cent. fin whales, 6 per cent. blue whales, 68 per cent. sperm
whales, and 1 per cent. sei whales.  In Chilian waters, in 1916, a
total of 327 whales gave 31 per cent. humpbacks, 24 per cent. fin
whales, 26 per cent. blue whales, 12 per cent. sperm whales, and 5
right whales.  There seems then to be a definite interrelation between
the two areas.  The same species of whales are captured, and the
periods of capture alternate with perfect regularity, the fishing
season occurring from the end of November to April in the sub-Antarctic
and from May to November in the sub-tropics.  A few of the companies,
however, carry on operations to a limited extent at South Georgia and
at the Falkland islands during the southern winter, but the fishing is
by no means a profitable undertaking, though proving the presence of
whales in this area during the winter months.

The migrations of whales are influenced by two causes:

(1) The distribution of their food-supply;
(2) The position of their breeding-grounds.

In the Antarctic, during the summer months, there is present in the
sea an abundance of plant and animal life, and whales which feed on the
small plankton organisms are correspondingly numerous, but in winter
this state of things is reversed, and whales are poorly represented or
absent, at least in the higher latitudes.  During the drift of the
'Endurance' samples of plankton were taken almost daily during an
Antarctic summer and winter.  From December to March, a few minutes
haul of a tow-net at the surface was sufficient to choke up the meshes
with the plant and animal life, but this abundance of surface life
broke off abruptly in April, and subsequent hauls contained very small
organisms until the return of daylight and the opening up of the pack-
ice.  The lower water strata, down to about 100 fathoms, were only a
little more productive, and Euphausiae were taken in the hauls--though
sparingly. During the winter spent at Elephant Island, our total catch
of gentoo penguins amounted to 1436 for the period April 15 to August
30, 1916.  All these birds were cut up, the livers and hearts were
extracted for food, and the skins were used as fuel.  At the same time
the stomachs were invariably examined, and a record kept of the
contents.  The largest proportion of these contained the small
crustacean Euphausia, and this generally to the exclusion of other
forms.  Occasionally, however, small fish were recorded.  The quantity
of Euphausiae present in most of the stomachs was enormous for the size
of the birds.  These penguins were migrating, and came ashore only when
the bays were clear of ice, as there were several periods of fourteen
consecutive days when the bays and the surrounding sea were covered
over with a thick compact mass of ice-floes, and then penguins were
entirely absent.  Euphausiae, then, seem to be present in sufficient
quantity in certain, if not in all, sub-Antarctic waters during the
southern winter.  We may assume then that the migration to the south,
during the Antarctic summer, is definitely in search of food.
Observations have proved the existence of a northern migration, and it
seems highly improbable that this should also be in search of food, but
rather for breeding purposes, and it seems that the whales select the
more temperate regions for the bringing forth of their young.  This
view is strengthened by the statistical foetal records, which show the
pairing takes place in the northern areas, that the foetus is carried
by the mother during the southern migration to the Antarctic, and that
the calves are born in the more congenial waters north of the sub-
Antarctic area.  We have still to prove, however, the possibility of a
circumpolar migration, and we are quite in the dark as to the number of
whales that remain in sub-Antarctic areas during the Southern winter.

The following is a rough classification of whales, with special
reference to those known to occur in the South Atlantic:


               1.  WHALEBONE WHALES (Mystacoceti)
                               |
           ____________________|__________________
           |                                     |
Right whales (Balaenidae)             Rorquals (Balaenopteridae)
           |                     ________________|_________
Southern right whale             |                        |
(Balaena glacialis)         Finner whales              Humpback
                            (Balaenoptera)       (Megaptera nodosa)
                                 |
                                 |
                     Blue whale    (B. musculus)
                     Fin whale     (B. physalis)
                     Sei whale     (B. borealis)
                     Piked whale   (B. acutorostrata)
                     Bryde's whale (B. brydei)


               2. TOOTHED WHALES (Odontoceti)
                               |
      _________________________|________________________
      |                        |                       |
Sperm whale              Beaked whales              Dolphins
(Physeter catodon) (including bottlenose whales)  (1) Killer
                      (Hyperoodon rostratus)     (Orcinus orca)
                                                  (2) Black Fish
                                              (Globicephalus melas)
                                                  (3) Porpoises
                                              (Lagenorhynchus sp.)


The subdivision of whalebone whales is one of degree in the size of
the whalebone.  These whales have enormously muscular tongues, which
press the water through the whalebone lamellae and thus, by a filtering
process, retain the small food organisms.  The food of the whalebone
whales is largely the small crustacea which occur in the plankton,
though some whales (humpback, fin whales, and sei whales) feed also on
fish.  The stomachs examined at South Georgia during December 1914,
belonged to the three species, humpbacks, fin whales, and blue whales,
and all contained small crustacea--Euphausiae, with a mixture of
amphipods.  The toothed whales--sperms and bottlenoses--are known to
live on squids, and that there is an abundance of this type of food in
the Weddell Sea was proved by an examination of penguin and seal
stomachs. Emperor penguins (and hundreds of these were examined) were
invariably found to contain Cephalopod "beaks," while large, partly
digested squids were often observed in Weddell seals. A dorsal fin is
present in the rorquals but absent in right whales. With other
characters, notably the size of the animal, it serves as a ready mark
of identification, but is occasionally confusing owing to the variation
in shape in some of the species.

With the exception of several schools of porpoises very few whales
were seen during the outward voyage.  Not till we approached the
Falkland area did they appear in any numbers.  Four small schools of
fin whales and a few humpbacks were sighted on October 28 and 29, 1914,
in lat. 38 01 S., long. 55 03 W. and in lat. 40 35 S., long. 53
11  W., while Globicephalus melas was seen only once, in lat. 45 17
S., long. 48 58 W., on October 31, 1914.  At South Georgia, the
whales captured at the various stations in December 1914, were blue
whales, fin whales, and humpbacks (arranged respectively according to
numbers captured).  During the fishing season 1914-15 (from December to
March) in the area covered--South Georgia to the South Sandwich Islands
and along Coats' Land to the head of the Weddell Sea--the records of
whales were by no means numerous. Two records only could with certainty
be assigned to the humpback, and these were in the neighbourhood of the
South Sandwich Islands. Pack-ice was entered in lat. 59 55 S., long.
18 28 W., and blue whales were recorded daily until about 65 S.
Between lat. 65 43 S., long. 17 30 W., on December 27, 1914, and
lat. 69 59 S., long. 17 31 W., on January 3, 1915, no whales were
seen.  On January 4, however, in lat. 69 59 S., long. 17 36 W., two
large sperm whales appeared close ahead of the ship in fairly open
water, and were making westward.  They remained sufficiently long on
the surface to render their identification easy.  Farther south, blue
whales were only seen occasionally, and fin whales could only be
identified in one or two cases.  Killers, however, were numerous, and
the lesser piked whale was quite frequent.  There was no doubt about
the identity of this latter species as it often came close alongside
the ship.  From April to September (inclusive) the sea was frozen over
(with the exception of local "leads"), and whales were found to be
absent.  In October whales again made their appearance, and from then
onwards they were a daily occurrence. Identification of the species,
however, was a difficult matter, for the 'Endurance' was crushed and
had sunk, and observations were only possible from the ice-floe, or
later on from the boats. The high vertical "spout" opening out into a
dense spray was often visible, and denoted the presence of blue and fin
whales. The lesser piked whale again appeared in the "leads" close to
our "camp" floe, and was easily identified.  An exceptional opportunity
was presented to us on December 6, 1915, when a school of eight
bottlenose whales (Hyperoodon rostratus) appeared in small "pool"
alongside "Ocean" Camp in lat. 67 47 S., long. 52 18 W.  These
ranged from about 20 ft. to a little over 30 ft. in length, and were of
a uniform dark dun colour--the large specimens having a dull yellow
appearance.  There were no white spots.  At the edge of the pack-ice
during the first half of April 1916, about lat. 62 S. and long. 54 W.
(entrance to Bransfield Strait), whales were exceedingly numerous, and
these were chiefly fin whales, though a few seemed to be sei whales.
It is interesting to note that the fishing season 1915-1916 was
exceptionally productive--no less than 11,860 whales having been
captured in the Falkland area alone.

The South Atlantic whaling industry, then, has reached a critical
stage in development.  It is now dependent on the captures of the large
fin and blue whales, humpbacks having been rapidly reduced in numbers,
so that the total stock appears to have been affected. With regard to
the other species, the southern right whale has never been abundant in
the captures, the sperm whale and the sei whale have shown a good deal
of seasonal variation, though never numerous, and the bottlenose and
lesser piked whale have so far not been hunted, except in the case of
the latter for human food.  The vigorous slaughter of whales both in
the sub-Antarctic and in the sub-tropics, for the one area reacts on
the other, calls for universal legislation to protect the whales from
early commercial extinction, and the industry, which is of world-wide
economic importance, from having to be abandoned.  The British
Government, with the control of the world's best fisheries, is
thoroughly alive to the situation, and an Inter-departmental Committee,
under the direction of the Colonial Office, is at present devising a
workable scheme for suitable legislation for the protection of the
whales and for the welfare of the industry.



APPENDIX II

THE EXPEDITION HUTS AT McMURDO SOUND
By SIR E. H. SHACKLETON


The following notes are designed for the benefit of future explorers
who may make McMurdo Sound a base for inland operations, and to clear
any inaccuracies or ambiguities concerning the history, occupation, and
state of these huts.

(1) THE NATIONAL ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION'S HUT AT HUT POINT--THE HEAD OF
McMURDO SOUND

This hut was constructed by Captain Scott in 1902, by the Expedition
sent out by the Royal Geographical Society, the Royal Society, the
Government, and by private subscription.  Captain Robert F. Scott was
appointed to the command of the Expedition. I served as Third
Lieutenant until February 1903, when I was invalided home through a
broken blood vessel in the lungs, the direct result of scurvy
contracted on the Southern journey.  The Discovery hut was a large
strong building, but was so draughty and cold in comparison with the
ship, which was moored one hundred yards away, that it was, during the
first year, never used for living quarters.  Its sole use was as a
storehouse, and a large supply of rough stores, such as flour, cocoa,
coffee, biscuit, and tinned meat, was left there in the event of its
being used as a place of retreat should any disaster overtake the ship.
During the second year occasional parties camped inside the hut, but no
bunks or permanent sleeping quarters were ever erected.  The discomfort
of the hut was a byword on the Expedition, but it formed an excellent
depot and starting-point for all parties proceeding to the south.

When the Discovery finally left McMurdo Sound, the hut was stripped of
all gear, including the stove, but there was left behind a large depot
of the stores mentioned above.  I was not aware of this until I
returned to McMurdo Sound in February 1908, when I  sent Adams, Joyce,
and Wild across to the hut whilst the 'Nimrod' was lying off the ice.

On the return of the party they reported that the door had been burst
open, evidently by a southerly blizzard, and was jammed by snow outside
and in, so they made an entrance through one of the lee windows.  They
found the hut practically clear of snow, and the structure quite
intact.  I used the hut in the spring, i.e. September and October 1908,
as a storehouse for the large amount of equipment, food, and oil that
we were to take on the Southern journey.  We built a sort of living-
room out of the cases of provisions, and swept out the debris.  The
Southern Party elected to sleep there before the start, but the
supporting party slept outside in the tents, as they considered it
warmer.

We still continued to use the lee window as means of ingress and
egress to avoid continual shovelling away of the snow, which would be
necessary as every southerly blizzard blocked up the main entrance. The
various depot parties made use of the hut for replenishing their
stores, which had been sledged from my own hut to Hut Point.  On the
night of March 3, 1909, I arrived with the Southern Party, with a sick
man, having been absent on the march 128 days.  Our position was bad,
as the ship was north of us. We tried to burn the Magnetic Hut in the
hope of attracting attention from the ship, but were not able to get it
to light. We finally managed to light a flare of carbide, and the ship
came down to us in a blizzard, and all were safely aboard at 1 a.m. on
March 4, 1909.  Before leaving the hut we jammed the window up with
baulks of timber, to the best of our ability, in the storm and
darkness.  The hut was used again by the Ross Sea Section of this last
Expedition.  The snow was cleared out and extra stores were placed in
it.  From reports I have received the Discovery Hut was in as good
condition in 1917 as it was in 1902.

The stores placed there in 1902 are intact.  There are a few cases of
extra provisions and oil in the hut, but no sleeping gear, or
accommodation, nor stoves, and it must not be looked upon as anything
else than a shelter and a most useful pied--terre for the start of any
Southern journey.  No stores nor any equipment have been taken from it
during either of my two Expeditions.

(2) CAPE ROYDS HUT

For several reasons, when I went into McMurdo Sound in 1908 in command
of my own Expedition, known as the British Antarctic Expedition, after
having failed to land on King Edward VII Land, I decided to build our
hut at Cape Royds--a small promontory twenty-three miles north of Hut
Point.  Here the whole shore party lived in comfort through the winter
of 1908.  When spring came stores were sledged to Hut Point, so that
should the sea-ice break up early between these two places we might not
be left in an awkward position. After the return of the Southern Party
we went direct north to civilization, so  I never visited my hut again.
I had left, however, full instructions with Professor David as to the
care of the hut, and before the whole Expedition left, the hut was put
in order.  A letter was pinned in a conspicuous place inside, stating
that there were sufficient provisions and equipment to last fifteen men
for one year, indicating also the details of these provisions and the
position of the coal store.  The stove was in good condition, and the
letter ended with an invitation for any succeeding party to make what
use they required of stores and hut.  The hut was then locked and the
key nailed on the door in a conspicuous place.  From the report of
Captain Scott's last Expedition the hut was in good condition, and from
a still later report from the Ross Sea side of this present Expedition,
the hut was still intact.

(3) CAPE EVANS HUT

This large and commodious hut was constructed by Captain Scott at Cape
Evans on his last Expedition.  The party lived in it in comfort, and it
was left well supplied with stores in the way of food and oil, and a
certain amount of coal.  Several of the scientific staff of this
present Expedition were ashore in it, when the 'Aurora', which was to
have been the permanent winter quarters, broke adrift in May 1915, and
went north with the ice. The hut became the permanent living quarters
for the ten marooned men, and thanks to the stores they were able to
sustain life in comparative comfort, supplementing these stores from my
hut at Cape Royds.  In January 1917, after I had rescued the survivors,
I had the hut put in order and locked up.

To sum up, there are three available huts in McMurdo Sound.

(a) The Discovery Hut with a certain amount of rough stores, and only
of use as a point of departure for the South.

(b) Cape Royds Hut with a large amount of general stores, but no
clothing or equipment now.

(c) Cape Evans Hut with a large amount of stores, but no clothing or
equipment and only a few sledges.

(4) DEPOTS SOUTH OF HUT POINT

In spite of the fact that several depots have been laid to the south
of Hut Point on the Barrier, the last being at the Gap (the entrance to
the Beardmore Glacier), no future Expedition should depend on them as
the heavy snowfall obliterates them completely. There is no record of
the depots of any Expedition being made use of by any subsequent
Expedition.  No party in any of my Expeditions has used any depot laid
down by a previous Expedition.


INDEX

Adare, Cape
Admiralty
  Range
Agag
Aitken
Albatross
Allardyce Range
Allen, James
Amphipods
Amundsen
  (dog)
"Ancient Mariner"
Animal life in Weddell Sea
  See also Penguins Seals and Bird life
Annewkow Island
Antarctic Circle
  Derby
Argentine
Armitage, Cape
  Lieut.
Atmospheric effects
  See also Mirage and Sun
Attempt to cut ship out
'Aurora'
Aurora Australis
Australia

Bakewell
Barne Glacier
Barrier
  Great Ice
  surface
Beardmore Glacier
Beaufort Island
Belgica Straits
Bergs
Bergschrund
Bernsten, Mr.
Bird life in Weddell Sea
Black Island
Blackborrow
Blizzards, severe
Blue Ice Glacier
Bluff
  depot
Boats
Bovril
British territory
Brocklehurst, Capt. H. Courtney
Browning
Bruce, Dr. W. S.
Buenos Ayres
Burberry clothing
Butler Point depot

Caird Coast
  Sir James
'Caird, James' (boat)
Candlemas Volcano
Cape Barne
  Bernacchi
  Bird
  Cotter
  Crozier
  Evans
  Horn weather
  Hudson
  pigeons
  Ross
  Royds
  Valentine
  Wild
Castle Rock
Cave Cove
Cheetham
Chile
Christmas celebrations
Clarence Island
Clark
Coal, Antarctic
  on deck
Coats' Land
Con (dog)
Cook
Cope
Corner Camp
Coulman Islands
Crean
Current meter
Cyclone

Danger Islands
Davis, Captain John K.
Daylight saving
Deception Islands
Diatoms
Discovery
Discovery Bay
  Mount
Distances, Ross Sea Party
Dog-pemmican
Dogs
Dominican gulls
Dudley Docker Mr.
'Dudley Docker' (boat)
Dunlop Island
Dump Camp

Eclipse of moon
Elephant Island
'Emma'
Empire Day celebrations
Encyclopaedia Britannica
Enderby Land
'Endurance'
  abandoned
  beset
  crushed
  sunk
Erebus Mount
Expedition ships
  first made public
  Mawson
  Scott
  Shackleton
  Swedish

Falkland Islands
  Wireless listened for
Farthest South
  Scott's
Filchner
Financial help, appeal for
  failure to materialize
  promised
Fish, dead
  from sea-leopard
  new species
Fhn effect
Fortuna Bay
  Glacier
Franklin Island

Galley
Gallipoli
Garrard, Mr. Cherry
Gaze
Girling tractor-motor
Glacier Bay
  Tongue
'Glasgow', H.M.S.
Gold
Graham Land
Greenstreet
Grytviken
Gunner (dog)

Half-way Camp
Harding, Mr.
'Harpoon'
Hayward
Hercules (dog)
Hobart
Holness
Hooke
Hope Bay
  Mountain
Howe
Hudson
Hurley
Hurtado, Admiral Muoz
Hussey
Husvik
Hut, Cape Evans
  Cape Royds
  Elephant Island
  at Hut Point;
Hut Point

Ice-blink
Ice-hole
Inaccessible Island
'Instituto de Pesca'

Jack
Jaeger sleeping-bags
James
Joinville Land
Joyce

Kavenagh
Kelvin sounding machine
Kerr
Khyber Pass
Killer whales
King Haakon Bay
King George V, flag
  to inspect 'Endurance'
  telegram from
  telegram to

Lambton, Miss Elizabeth Dawson
Lamps
Larkman
Leap Year Day
Leith
Lucas sounding machine
Luitpold Land
'Lusitania'

Mackintosh
Macklin
Macquarie Island
Magnetic Pole
  storm
  variation
Magellan Straits
Marston
Mauger
McCarthy
McDonald, Allen
McIlroy
McLeod
McMurdo Sound
McNab, Dr.
McNeish
Meteorology
Midwinter's Day celebrations
Minna Bluff
Mirage
Montevideo
Morell Land
Morell's Farthest South
Motor crawler
  sledge
  tractor
Mount Haddington
  Melbourne
  Murchison
  Sabine
Mugridge
Mutton Island

New South Greenland
New Year Island
New Zealand
Nigger (dog)
'Nimrod'
Ninnis
Nordenskjold
  Ice Tongue
North Polar Basin
Norwegian Whalers
Nurse Cavell

Orde-Lees
'Orita'
'Orwell'
Oscar (dog)

Pack-ice
  described
  See also Pressure
Paddies
Pardo, Captain Luis
Paulet Island
Peak Berg
  Foreman
Peggotty Camp
Penguins
  Adelie
  Emperor
  Gentoo
  Ringed
Peter (dog)
Petrels
  See also Bird life
Pinkey (dog)
Plankton
Pompey (dog)
Porpoises
Port Chalmers
Positions
Possession Bay
  Islands
Potash and Perlmutter
Pram Point
Pressure in Ross Sea
  in Weddell Sea
  See also Pack-ice
Prince George Island
Programme of Expedition
Public Schools
Punta Arenas
Pups

Queen Alexandra

Radiolaria
Rain
Rats on South Georgia
Rampart Berg
Razorback Island
Reeling Berg
Refraction,  See Atmospheric effects
Reindeer
Richards
Rickenson
Rio Secco
Rocky Mountain Depot
Ross
  Island
  Sea
  Sea Party
Royal Geographical Society
Ryan, Lieut. R.N.R.

Safety Camp
Saint (dog)
Sally (dog)
Samson (dog)
Sanders Island
Santiago
Saunders, Edward
Scientific observations commenced
  work proposed
'Scotia'
Scott
Sea-elephants
Sea-leopard
Seal blubber
  meat
Seals
  Crab-eater
  Ross
  Weddell
Semaphore for sledging parties
  on bridge
Shags
Shackleton, Sir E.
Shoaling, of sea-floor
Shore party
Sledging parties, proposed
Snapper (dog)
Snow Hill
Soldier (dog)
Sorlle, Mr.
South Georgia
  Orkneys
  Sandwich Group
'Southern Sky'
Spencer-Smith
Splitting ice-floes
Stained Berg
Stancomb Wills, Dame Janet
'Stancomb Wills' (boat)
Stenhouse
Stevens
Stove
Stromness
Sue (dog)
Sun disappears
  See also Atmospheric effects
Swell

Temperature, air
  sea
Tent Island
Tents
  orderlies
Terns, See also Bird life
Terriss, Ellaline
"The Ritz"
Thom, Captain
Thompson
Tide-rip
Tobacco substitutes
Towser (dog)
Transcontinental party
Tripp, Mr. Leonard
Talloch, Mr.
Turk's Head

Uruguayan Government

Vahsel Bay
Victoria Mountains
Vincent
Vinie's Hill
Virol

Wave, enormous
Weddell Sea
  ice conditions in
  plateau
  winds in
Weather at Cape Evans
  at Elephant Island
  at Ocean Camp
  at Patience Camp, See also Temperatures
Western Mountains
Whales
  blue
  humpback and finner seen
  sperm
Wilhelmina Bay
Willywaw
Winston Churchill
Wild, Ernest
  Frank
Wordie
Worsley
Wreckage at South Georgia

Yaks
'Yelcho'
Young, Mr. Douglas
Young Island




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