–from Frank Debenham’s account “The Quiet Land—
[at Cape Evans] “Brisk north wind today, and pack will be back again before long, I expect. Early this morning there was a very energetic cry of ‘Ship ahoy’ from Crean, but for the hundredth time the ship gradually turned into an iceberg. In fact the only certain sign of a ship is smoke, for what with weirdly-shaped bergs and curious mirages one sees ships in all directions.
“Seals are being killed, and minor preparations made for another year down here, but I hope to Heaven there will be no need. Still it’s getting a bit late.”