We were able to keep the fire alight until we went to sleep that night, for while climbing the rocks above the cove I had seen at the foot of a cliff a broken spar, which had been thrown up by the waves.

We could reach this spar by climbing down the cliff, and with a reserve supply of fuel thus in sight we could afford to burn the fragments of the 'James Caird's' topsides more freely.
During the morning of this day (May 13) Worsley and I tramped across the hills in a north-easterly direction with the object of getting a view of the sound and possibly gathering some information that would be useful to us in the next stage of our journey.

It was exhausting work, but after covering about 2ｽ miles in two hours, we were able to look east, up the bay.

We could not see very much of the country that we would have to cross in order to reach the whaling-station on the other side of the island.

We had passed several brooks and frozen tarns, and at a point where we had to take to the beach on the shore of the sound we found some wreckage--an 18-ft.