–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”—
“February 26th, Saturday. Just before 3 a.m. Richy sighted the depot. The visibility made it appear immediately on top of us; in reality it was three quarters of a mile away. . . After Richards sighted the depot, Hayward collapsed. We put him on the sledge. He was becoming weaker; tried to be cheerful. One could see he would not continue to hold up for a much longer period. The dogs sighted the depot and gave a joyful howl—the first we had from them for six days. . . .
“I do not think that there has ever been a weaker party arrive at a depot, either Arctic or Antarctic. ‘The next hundred miles will be tragic with three sick men on the sledges.’”