The north-westerly wind strengthened during the night.
The morning of April 11 was overcast and misty.

There was a haze on the horizon, and daylight showed that the pack had closed round our berg, making it impossible in the heavy swell to launch the boats.

We could see no sign of the water.

Numerous whales and killers were blowing between the floes, and Cape pigeons, petrels, and fulmars were circling round our berg.

The scene from our camp as the daylight brightened was magnificent beyond description, though I must admit that we viewed it with anxiety.