–from Frank Hurley’s account “Shackleton’s Argonauts”—
“Observations showed that the distance between our old Ocean Camp and our new Patience Camp had decreased from ten miles to six, owing to the shuffling of the ice floes. Since it was still light all night, Crean and I with the dogs left camp at one a.m. to path-find, and a party of sixteen men followed our trail, covering the distance in a couple of hours, as against the ten hours which we had taken on our first trip.
“The venture was entirely successful. On the return journey, Crean, James, McIlroy, and I went ahead as ‘trail-breakers’—demolishing ridges, breaking down hummocks, and bridging gaps in the ice, while others dragged the boat on runners. The dog-team hauled a load of stores and sundries.
“Sir Ernest, with one of his brilliant inspirations, sledged out to meet us a mile from camp with two cans of steaming tea, and with lusty voices, if husky from fatigue, we all cheered and sang ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.’ Nothing in the whole of the world’s ‘wet’ resources could compare with that jorum of hot tea.”