The scene and sounds throughout the day were very fine.

The swell was dashing against the sides of huge bergs and leaping right to the top of their icy cliffs.

Sanders Island lay to the south, with a few rocky faces peering through the misty, swirling clouds that swathed it most of the time, the booming of the sea running into ice-caverns, the swishing break of the swell on the loose pack, and the graceful bowing and undulating of the inner pack to the steeply rolling swell, which here was robbed of its break by the masses of ice to windward.
We skirted the northern edge of the pack in clear weather with a light south-westerly breeze and an overcast sky.

The bergs were numerous.
During the morning of December 9 an easterly breeze brought hazy weather with snow, and at 4.30 p.m.we encountered the edge of pack-ice in lat.

58ｰ 27ｴ S., long.