CHAPTER XV 



ANOTHER SPRING 



O to dream, O to awake and wander 



There, and with delight to take and render, 



Through the trance of silence, 



Quiet breath ; 



Lo ! for there among the flowers and grasses, 



Only the mightier movement sounds and passes ; 



Only winds and rivers, 



Life and death. 



The flowers were of snow, the rivers of ice, and if 

 Stevenson had been to the Antarctic he would have made 

 them so. 



God sent His daylight to scatter the nightmares of the 

 darkness. I can remember now the joy of an August day 

 when the sun looked over the rim of the Barne Glacier, and 

 my shadow lay clear-cut upon the snow. It was wonderful 

 what a friendly thing that ice-slope became. We put the 

 first trace upon the sunshine recorder ; there was talk of 

 expeditions to Cape Royds and Hut Point, and survey 

 parties ; and we ate our luncheon by the daylight which 

 shone through the newly cleared window. 



The coming Search Journey was organized to reach the 

 Upper Glacier Depot, and the plans were modelled upon 

 the Polar Journey of the year before. But now we had 

 no extensive depots on the Barrier. It was intended that 

 the dogs should run two trips out to Corner Camp during 

 this spring. It was hoped that two parties of four men each 

 might be able to ascend the Beardmore, one of them re- 



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