I went next, sliding down the rope, and Worsley, who was the lightest and most nimble member of the party, came last.

At the bottom of the fall we were able to stand again on dry land.

The rope could not be recovered.

We had flung down the adze from the top of the fall and also the logbook and the cooker wrapped in one of our blouses.

That was all, except our wet clothes, that we brought out of the Antarctic, which we had entered a year and a half before with well-found ship, full equipment, and high hopes.