92 British Antarctic Expedition. 
the hail of pebbles, it proved impossible. One by 
one they came to the bridge where Captain Jensen 
and myself were standing, declaring that they found it 
impossible to stick to the ropes, which were smooth as 
glassin their 
ice-covers; 
indeed, it 
was difficult 
enough 
to walk 
on deck. 
Everything 
now depen- 
ded upon 
the engines. 
Well I re- 
member 
that night 
when I went 
down £e 
the engine- 
. room, where 
the: two 
splendid 
это Кете 
worked with 
feverish 
haste, shovelling in coal to raise the pressure in 
the boilers to its limit; while even down there the 
howling of the tempest could be heard. The stern 
face of Mr. Olsen, our first engineer, as he asked me 
the question, “ Drifting still?" and the stokers 
simultaneously stopping their shovelling for a second 
THE MERIDIAN POLE AT CAPE ADARE. 
