–from the diary of Thomas Orde Lees—
“We were now on the outskirts of the pack and proceeded to coast along the pack edge in a north-east direction. It was a grand feeling to know that for all intents and purposes we were in the open Atlantic, untrammeled by the everlasting pack that had harasses us so long. The greatest of all our prospective dangers—the actual exit from the pack—was now a thing of the past and moreover, we had come through the ordeal unscathed, not so much as an oar injured, ; and the ocean had received us kindly enough on its heaving bosom. . . .
“The ‘James Caird’ now went ahead to prospect for an opening to the north through the ice; the ‘Stancomb Wills’ fell hopelessly astern and it soon became clear that she had not the canvas to keep pace with the other two boats, no, being a heavy boat for her size, could she compete with them under oars.
“Eventually we all got together again and the ‘James Caird’ piloted her two consorts through a fairly good lead and once more we seemed to be clear of the ice for all time. By 5 pm it was becoming dusk so we pulled up to a stout detached little floe in the middle of a large bay, unloaded and hauled up the boats as before, had a frugal supper, pitched the tents and turned in.”