1 66 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [April 



' He is not worthy to live at all, who, for fear and danger of death 

 shunneth his country's service or his own honour, since death is inevitable 

 and the fame of virtue immortal.' — SiR Humphrey Gilbert. 



There is no part of the world that can not be reached by man. When 

 the ' can be ' is turned to ' has been ' the Geographical Society will have 

 altered its status. 



' At the whirring loom of time unawed 

 I v.eave the living garment of God.' — Goethe. 



By all means think yourself big but don't think everyone else small! 



The man who knows everyone's job isn't much good at his own. 



* When you are attacked unjustly avoid the appearance of evil, but 

 avoid also the appearance of being too good ! ' 'A man can't be too good, 

 but he can appear too good.' 



Monday, April 17. — Started from C. Evans with two 10 ft. 

 sledges. 



Party i. Self, Lashly, Day, Demetri. 

 " 2. Bowers, Nelson, Crean, Hooper. 



We left at 8 a.m., taking our personal equipment, a week's 

 provision of sledging food, and butter, oatmeal, flour, lard, 

 chocolate, &c., for the hut. 



Two of the ponies hauled the sledges to within a mile of 

 the Glacier Tongue; the wind, which had been north, here sud- 

 denly shifted to S.E., very biting. (The wind remained north 

 at C. Evans during the afternoon, the ponies walked back into 

 it.) Sky overcast, very bad light. Found the place to get on 

 the glacier, but then lost the track — crossed more or less direct, 

 getting amongst many cracks. Came down in bay near the open 

 water — stumbled over the edge to an easy drift. More than 

 once on these trips I as leader have suddenly disappeared from 

 the sight of the others, affording some consternation till they 

 got close enough to see what has happened. The pull over sea 

 ice was very hea\7^ and in face of strong wind and drift. Every 

 member of the party was frostbitten about the face, several with 

 very cold feet. Pushed on after repairs. Found drift stream- 

 ing off the ice cliff, a new cornice formed and our rope buried 

 at both ends. The party getting cold, I decided to camp, have 

 tea, and shift foot gear. Whilst tea was preparing, Bowers and 

 I went south, then north, along the cliffs to find a place to ascend 

 — nearly everywhere ascent seemed impossible in the vicinity of 



