Without a word we shook hands with one another.

To our minds the journey was over, though as a matter of fact twelve miles of difficult country had still to be traversed.

A gentle snow-slope descended at our feet towards a valley that separated our ridge from the hills immediately behind Husvik, and as we stood gazing Worsley said solemnly, "Boss, it looks too good to be true!" Down we went, to be checked presently by the sight of water 2500 ft.
below.

We could see the little wave-ripples on the black beach, penguins strutting to and fro, and dark objects that looked like seals lolling lazily on the sand.

This was an eastern arm of Fortuna Bay, separated by the ridge from the arm we had seen below us during the night.