November 6, 1911. 8:00 a.m.
Now the unknown lay before us; now our work began in earnest. The appearance of the Barrier was the same everywhere–flat, with a splendid surface.
At the first beacon we put up we had to shoot Lucy. We were sorry to put an end to this beautiful creature, but there was nothing else to be done. Her friends–Karenius, Sauen, and Schwartz–scowled up at the beacon wherfe she layas they passed, but duty called, and the whip sang dangerously near them, though they did not seem to hear it. We had now extended our daily march to twenty-three miles; in this way we should do a degree in three days.
(from Amundsen’s “To the South Pole”)