According as we approached, the desolation of the land became more and more apparent, and the prospect of enduring six months' wintering there would have appalled the stoutest hearts.
At five in the afternoon, the iceberg plunged into a deep rift in the coast ending in a long point on the right, and there stuck fast.
"On shore! On shore!" burst from every man, like a single exclamation, and the men were already hurrying down the slope of the iceberg, when West commanded: "Wait for orders!" Some hesitation was shown--especially on the part of Hearne and several of his comrades.

Then the instinct of discipline prevailed, and finally the whole crew ranged themselves around Captain Len Guy.
It was not necessary to lower the boat, the iceberg being in contact with the point.
The captain, the boatswain, and myself, preceding the others, were the first to quit the camp; ours were the first human feet to tread this virgin and volcanic soil.
We walked for twenty minutes on rough land, strewn with rocks of igneous origin, solidified lava, dusty slag, and grey ashes, but without enough clay to grow even the hardiest plants.
With some risk and difficulty, Captain Len Guy, the boatswain, and I succeeded in climbing the hill; this exploit occupied a whole hour.
Although evening had now come, it brought no darkness in its train.
From the top of the hill we could see over an extent of from thirty to forty miles, and this was what we saw.
Behind us lay the open sea, laden with floating masses; a great number of these had recently heaped themselves up against the beach and rendered it almost inaccessible.
On the west was a strip of hilly land, which extended beyond our sight, and was washed on its east side by a boundless sea.

It was evident that we had been carried by the drift through a strait.
Ah! if we had only had our _Halbrane_! But our sole possession was a frail craft barely capable of containing a dozen men, and we were twenty-three! There was nothing for it but to go down to the shore again, to carry the tents to the beach, and take measures in view of a winter sojourn under the terrible conditions imposed upon us by circumstances.
On our return to the coast the boatswain discovered several caverns in the granitic cliffs, sufficiently spacious to house us all and afford storage for the cargo of the _Halbrane_.

Whatever might be our ultimate decision, we could not do better than place our material and instal ourselves in this opportune shelter.
After we had reascended the slopes of the iceberg and reached our camp, Captain Len Guy had the men mustered.

The only missing man was Dirk Peters, who had decidedly isolated himself from the crew.