CHAP LER il 
SOUTHWARD 
Open the bones, and you shall nothing find 
In the best face but filth ; when, Lord, in Thee 
‘The beauty lies in the discovery. 
Gerorce Herperr. 
TELEGRAMS from all parts of the world, special trains, all 
ships dressed, crowds and waving hands, steamers out to 
the Heads and a general hullabaloo—these were the inci- 
dents of Saturday, November 26, 1910, when we slipped 
from the wharf at Lyttelton at 3 p.m. We were to call at 
Dunedin before leaving civilization, and arrived there on 
Sunday night. Here we took on the remainder of our coal. 
On Monday night we danced, in fantastic clothing for we 
had left our grand clothes behind, and sailed finally for the 
South the following afternoon amidst the greatest enthusi- 
asm. The wives remained with us until we reached the 
open sea. 
Amongst those who only left us at the last minute was 
Mr. Kinsey of Christchurch. He acted for Scott in New 
Zealand during the Discovery days, and for Shackleton in 
1907. We all owe him a deep debt of gratitude for his 
help. ‘‘ His interest in the expedition is wonderful, and 
such interest on the part of a thoroughly shrewd business 
man is an asset of which I have taken full advantage. 
Kinsey will act as my agent in Christchurch during my 
absence ; I have given him an ordinary power of attorney, 
and I think have left him in possession of all the facts. His 
kindness to us was beyond words.’’4 
1 Scott’s Last Expedition, vol. i. p. 6. 
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