–from Frank Hurley’s account “Shackleton’s Argonauts”–
“We were held up by a blizzard, after this magnificent run [124 miles] and took shelter in the lee of a grounded iceberg. It was the beginning or our calamaties. When the blow was spent and the atmopheree had cleared, a disturbing sight met our eyes. The wind had not only filled by bay before us with ice, but all the sea was jammed with a closely pressed pack.
“We succeeded in winning a few laborious miles on 18 January, but the wind, blowing hard from the north-east, drove the ice before it, filling up the bight at the head of the Weddell Sea. No water was visible in any direction as far as the eye could reach. The ship was a helpless atom, locked in, and drifting helplessly with the pack.”