H.G. Ponting, The Great White South, London, 1921, illustrated opp. p.64.
'Since first seeing some of these wolves of the sea off Cape Crozier I had been anxious to secure photographs of them ... i got to within six feet of the edge of the ice - which was about a yard trick - when to my consternation it suddenly heaved up under my feet and split into fragments around me; whilst ... eight whales, lined up side by side and almost touching each other, burst up from under the ice and blew off steam.
The head of one was in two yards of me. I saw its nostrils open, and at such close quarters the release of its pent up wrath was like a blast from an air-compressor ... Fortunately the shock sent me backwards, instead of precipitating me into the sea, or my experiences would have ended somewhat prematurely.' (H. G. Ponting, op. cit., pp. 63-4)