The flames of Erebus were blown down by the hurricane as it passed, and the "Albatross" flew over unhurt.

She swept through a hail of ejected material, which was fortunately kept at bay by the centrifugal action of the suspensory screws.

And she harmlessly passed over the crater while it was in full eruption.
An hour afterwards the horizon hid from their view the two colossal torches which light the confines of the world during the long polar night.
At two o'clock in the morning Balleny Island was sighted on the coast of Discovery Land, though it could not be recognized owing to its being bound to the mainland by a cement of ice.
And the "Albatross" emerged from the polar circle on the hundred and seventy-fifth meridian.

The hurricane had carried her over the icebergs and icefloes, against which she was in danger of being dashed a hundred times or more.

She was not in the hands of the helmsman, but in the hand of God--and God is a good pilot.
The aeronef sped along to the north, and at the sixtieth parallel the storm showed signs of dying away.