Lot Essay
'A big floeberg resting peacefully caught my eye, and half an hour later we had hauled up the boats and pitched camp for the night. Every one of us needed rest after the previous night and the unaccustomed strain of the last thirty-six hours at the oars. Our berg appeared well able to withstand the battering of the sea, and looked too deep and massive to be seriously affected by the swell; but it was not as safe as it looked, and when daylight came we saw that the pack had closed round it, and that in the heavy swell we could not possibly launch our boats. The highest point of the berg was about 15 feet above sea level, and during the day Worsley, Wild and I were continually climbing to this point and staring out to the horizon in search of a break in the pack.' (Sir E. Shackleton, op. cit., p. 59).