From “To the south Pole”:
“I see that my diary for November 28 does not begin very promisingly: ‘Fog, fog–and again fog. Also fine faling snow, which makes the going impossible. Poor beasts, they have toiled hard to get the sledges forward today.’ But the day did not turn out so badly after all, as we worked our way out of this uncertainty and found out what was behind the pitch-dark clouds.
“During the forenoon the sun came through and thrust aside the fog for a while; and there, to the south-east, not many miles away, lay an mmense mountain mass. From this mass, right across our course, ran a great ancient blacier; the sun shone down upon it and showed us a surface full of huge irregularities.
“On the side nearest to the mountain these disturbances were such that a hasty glance was enough to show us the impossibility of advancing that way. but right in our line of route–straight on to the glacier–it looked, as far as we could see, as though we could get along. . . .
“Better to go straight on, then, and take what might come.”