34 British Antarctic Expedition. 
Again the cheers for the Queen, for the Union 
Jack and for Sir George Newnes, seemed to rise 
like a mighty wave from thousands of enthusiastic 
Britons; again the Southern Cross wound her way 
from the dock into the Thames, into that road 
towards victory and prosperity. 
Again we saw the black mass of spectators on 
“GREETED FROM THE YARDS AS WE PASSED.” 
the enormous gallery on Tower Bridge, as their 
voices gradually grew fainter as we glided into new 
greetings of farewell at every turn of the river. 
* God-speed! A happy return” rang again in our 
ears. 
The bugles of the Warspite, Cornwall, and 
Arethusa sounded again, and yet again we saw 
the bluejackets as they manned the yards for us. 
Then all melted away in the glorious sunset of 
