Then the British Minister in Montevideo telegraphed me regarding a trawler named 'Instituto de Pesca No.

1', belonging to the Uruguayan Government.

She was a stout little vessel, and the Government had generously offered to equip her with coal, provisions, clothing, etc., and send her across to the Falkland Islands for me to take down to Elephant Island.

I accepted this offer gladly, and the trawler was in Port Stanley on June 10.

We started south at once.
The weather was bad but the trawler made good progress, steaming steadily at about six knots, and in the bright, clear dawn of the third day we sighted the peaks of Elephant Island.