228 WORST JOURNEY IN THE WORLD 
find our depéts or starve. We remember the cry of Camp 
Ho ! which preceded the cup of tea which gave us five 
more miles that evening ; the good fellowship which com- 
pleted our supper after safely crossing a bad patch of 
crevasses ; the square inch of plum pudding which cele- 
brated our Christmas Day ; the chanties we sang all over 
the Barrier as we marched our ponies along. 
We travelled for Science. ‘Those three small embryos 
from Cape Crozier, that weight of fossils from Buckley 
Island, and that mass of material, less spectacular, but 
gathered just as carefully hour by hour in wind and drift, 
darkness and cold, were striven for in order that the world 
may have a little more knowledge, that it may build on 
what it knows instead of on what it thinks. 
Some of our men were ambitious: some wanted money, 
others a name; some a help up the scientific ladder, others 
an F.R.S. Why not? But we had men who did not care 
a rap for money or fame. I do not believe it mattered to 
Wilson when he found that Amundsen had reached the 
Pole a few days before him—not much. Pennell would 
have been very bored 1f you had given him a knighthood. 
Lillie, Bowers, Priestley, Debenham, Atkinson and many 
others were much the same. 
But there is no love lost between the class of men who 
go out and do such work and the authorities at home who 
deal with their collections. I remember a conversation in 
the hut during the last bad winter. Men were arguing 
fiercely that professionally they lost a lot by being down 
South, that they fell behindhand in current work, got out 
of the running and so forth. There is a lot in that. And 
then the talk went on to the publication of results, and 
the way in which they would wish them done. A said he 
wasn’t going to hand over his work to be mucked up by 
such and such a body at home ; B said he wasn’t going 
to have his buried in museum book-shelves never to be 
seen again ; C said he would jolly well publish his own 
results in the scientific journals. And the ears of the arm- 
chair scientists who might deal with our hard-won speci- 
mens and observations should have been warm that night. 
