LUXURY 



types of dainty food around us we over-ate ourselves. 

 This did not prevent us from partaking liberally of 

 hot cocoa and gingerbread biscuits before turning 

 in at 10 P.M. None but those whose bed for months 

 has been on snow and ice can reahse the luxury of a 

 real bunk, blankets and pillow in a snug little cabin. 

 A few minutes' happy reverie preceded sound sleep. 

 At last our toilsome march was over, the work that 

 had been given us to do was done, and done just in the 

 nick of time; the safety of those nearest and dearest 

 to us was assured, and we could now lay down our weary 

 limbs to rest. 



Under Providence one felt one owed one's life to the 

 patient and thorough search, sound judgment and fine 

 seamanship of Captain Evans, and the devotion to 

 duty of his officers a.nd crew and no pen can describe 

 how that night one's heart overflowed with thankful- 

 ness for all the blessings of that day. One's last thought 

 in the twilight that comes between wakefulness and 

 sleep is expressed in the words of our favourite record 

 on the gramophone, the hymn so grandly sung by 

 Evan Williams : 



"So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead 

 me on." 



If one may be permitted to take a brief retrospect 

 of our journey the following considerations present 

 themselves: The total distance travelled from Cape 

 Royds to the Magnetic Pole and back to our depot 

 on the Drygalski Glacier was about 1260 miles. Of 

 this, 740 miles was relay work, and we dragged a weight 

 of, at first, a little over half a ton, and filially some- 

 what under half a ton for the whole of this distance. 

 For the remaining 520 miles from the Drygalski Depot 



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