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tion, a fair proportion is likely to be found so, and at this spot 

 there would always be abundance of food in the shape of seals 

 or penguins. 



There is always something sad in contemplating the de- 

 serted dwellings of mankind, under whatever conditions the 

 inhabitants may have left. We could only wander about and 

 imagine the daily life of the party until our physicist, Mr. 

 Bernacchi, joined us. This officer had been one of this small 

 party of eight souls, and here on the spot he recalled the past 

 and told us of the unhappy death of one of his comrades, the 

 naturalist Hanson, now lying buried on the hill-top 1,000 feet 

 above our heads. The dying man had requested that he 

 should rest there, and slowly and laboriously his body was 

 borne up the steep hillside to the chosen spot. So there rest 

 the remains of the only human being who has found burial on 

 this great Southern Continent, and above his body still stands, 

 in touching memorial, a plain wooden cross. 



Our energetic magnetic observers, Armitage, Bernacchi, and 

 Barne, were soon at work with their instruments amongst the 

 penguins, whilst the naturalists wandered farther afield in search 

 of specimens. The search was not without result, as, besides 

 specimens of rock and moss, several species of birds were 

 collected. Amongst the high rocks the small Wilson petrel 

 was found nesting, and two eggs were obtained. On the beach 

 were collected some white giant petrels as well as the commoner 

 brown ones. On entering the bay we had disturbed one of 

 these greedy birds taking a siesta on a floe, and so gorged with 

 food that it could barely fly. 



The scene in the bay after we had returned for our late 

 evening meal was very beautiful; the surface was calm and 

 placid, beyond it the sunlight fell on the bold peaks and 

 splendid glaciers of the Admiralty Range, the sharp summits of 

 Mounts Minto and Adam were well defined against a clear 

 sky, whilst the lofty peak of Sabine was lost in a mystery of 

 fleecy cloud. The placid, deep shadowed sea was dotted with 

 streams of brilliantly white pack-ice, whilst here and there a 

 table-topped iceberg showed the sharpest contrast of light and 



