It was now beyond a doubt that we were moving between the two halves of a continent, one on the east, the other on the west, which formed the vast antarctic region.

And I thought it was matter of great regret that we could not get aground on one or the other side of this vast strait, whose surface would presently be solidified by the coming of winter.
When I expressed this sentiment to Captain Len Guy, he made me the only logical answer: "What would you have, Mr.Jeorling?
We are powerless.

There is nothing to be done, and the persistent fog is the worst part of our ill luck.

I no longer know where we are.

It is impossible to take an observation, and this befalls us just as the sun is about to disappear for long months." "Let me come back to the question of the boat," said I, "for the last time.