CHAPTER XXI.
AMID THE MISTS.
So this was the sum of all our efforts, trials and disappointments! Not to speak of the destruction of the _Halbrane_, the expedition had already cost nine lives.

From thirty-two men who had embarked on the schooner, our number was reduced to twenty-three: how low was that figure yet to fall?
Between the south pole and antarctic circle lay twenty degrees, and those would have to be cleared in a month or six weeks at the most; if not, the iceberg barrier would be re-formed and closed-up.

As for wintering in that part of the antarctic circle, not a man of us could have survived it.
Besides, we had lost all hope of rescuing the survivors of the _Jane_, and the sole desire of the crew was to escape as quickly as possible from the awful solitudes of the south.

Our drift, which had been south, down to the pole, was now north, and, if that direction should continue, perhaps vle might be favoured with such good fortune as would make up for all the evil that had befallen us! In any case there was nothing for it but, in familiar phrase, "to let ourselves go." The mist did not lift during the end, 3rd, and 4th of February, and it would have been difficult to make out the rate of progress of our iceberg since it had passed the pole.

Captain Len Guy, however, and West, considered themselves safe in reckoning it at two hundred and fifty miles.
The current did not seem to have diminished in speed or changed its course.