The 'James Caird' was the last boat to leave, heavily loaded with stores and odds and ends of camp equipment.

Many things regarded by us as essentials at that time were to be discarded a little later as the pressure of the primitive became more severe.

Man can sustain life with very scanty means.

The trappings of civilization are soon cast aside in the face of stern realities, and given the barest opportunity of winning food and shelter, man can live and even find his laughter ringing true.
The three boats were a mile away from our floe home at 2 p.m.

We had made our way through the channels and had entered the big pool when we saw a rush of foam-clad water and tossing ice approaching us, like the tidal bore of a river.