—from Frank Hurley’s account “Argonauts of the South”–
“The midnight sun in glorious splendour threw the shadows of our ship over the snows. We were the only black spec in the dazzling, white panorama of ice that extended to the horizon.
“In the absence of even a breath of wind, the air was wonderfully miled, and up there [in the crow’s nest] alone in the intense silence and vastness, I realized the helplessness of our vessel and our utter insignificanc. The will that gives man might to rule and dominate avails nothing here.”