I was watching for possible landing-places, though as a matter of fact I had no intention of landing north of Vahsel Bay, in Luitpold Land, except under pressure of necessity.

Every mile gained towards the south meant a mile less sledging when the time came for the overland journey.
Shortly before midnight on the 15th we came abreast of the northern edge of a great glacier or overflow from the inland ice, projecting beyond the barrier into the sea.

It was 400 or 500 ft.

high, and at its edge was a large mass of thick bay-ice.

The bay formed by the northern edge of this glacier would have made an excellent landing- place.