It was a moment hard to describe.
Pain and ache, boat journeys, marches, hunger and fatigue seemed to belong to the limbo of forgotten things, and there remained only the perfect contentment that comes of work accomplished.
My examination of the country from a higher point had not provided definite information, and after descending I put the situation before Worsley and Crean.

Our obvious course lay down a snow-slope in the direction of Husvik.

"Boys," I said, "this snow-slope seems to end in a precipice, but perhaps there is no precipice.

If we don't go down we shall have to make a detour of at least five miles before we reach level going What shall it be ?" They both replied at once, "Try the slope." So we started away again downwards.

We abandoned the Primus lamp, now empty, at the breakfast camp and carried with us one ration and a biscuit each.