From “The Worst Journey in the World”:
“If we did not find the tent (and its recovery would be a miracle) these bags and the floor-cloth of the tent on which we were lying were all we had in that fight back across the Barrier which could, I supposed, have only had one end.
“Meanwhile we had to wait. It was nearly 70 miles home and it had taken us the best part of three weeks to come. In our less miserable moments we tried to think out ways of getting back. . . .Sunday morning faded into Sunday afternoon,–into Sunday night,–into Monday morning. Till then the blizzard raged with monstrous fury; the winds of the world were there, and they had all gone mad. . . .I wondered why it did not carry away the earth.”