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We
decided
to
load
all
the
planes
the
next
morning
and
start
back
for
our
old
base
as
soon
as
possible
.
Even
though
indirect
,
that
was
the
safest
way
to
work
toward
McMurdo
Sound
;
for
a
straightline
flight
across
the
most
utterly
unknown
stretches
of
the
aeon-dead
continent
would
involve
many
additional
hazards
.
Further
exploration
was
hardly
feasible
in
view
of
our
tragic
decimation
and
the
ruin
of
our
drilling
machinery
.
The
doubts
and
horrors
around
us
--
which
we
did
not
reveal
--
made
us
wish
only
to
escape
from
this
austral
world
of
desolation
and
brooding
madness
as
swiftly
as
we
could
.
As
the
public
knows
,
our
return
to
the
world
was
accomplished
without
further
disasters
.
All
planes
reached
the
old
base
on
the
evening
of
the
next
day
--
January
27th
--
after
a
swift
nonstop
flight
;
and
on
the
28th
we
made
McMurdo
Sound
in
two
laps
,
the
one
pause
being
very
brief
,
and
occasioned
by
a
faulty
rudder
in
the
furious
wind
over
the
ice
shelf
after
we
had
cleared
the
great
plateau
.
In
five
days
more
,
the
Arkham
and
Miskatonic
,
with
all
hands
and
equipment
on
board
,
were
shaking
clear
of
the
thickening
field
ice
and
working
up
Ross
Sea
with
the
mocking
mountains
of
Victoria
Land
looming
westward
against
a
troubled
antarctic
sky
and
twisting
the
wind
's
wails
into
a
wide-ranged
musical
piping
which
chilled
my
soul
to
the
quick
.
Less
than
a
fortnight
later
we
left
the
last
hint
of
polar
land
behind
us
and
thanked
heaven
that
we
were
clear
of
a
haunted
,
accursed
realm
where
life
and
death
,
space
and
time
,
have
made
black
and
blasphemous
alliances
,
in
the
unknown
epochs
since
matter
first
writhed
and
swam
on
the
planet
's
scarce-cooled
crust
.
Since
our
return
we
have
all
constantly
worked
to
discourage
antarctic
exploration
,
and
have
kept
certain
doubts
and
guesses
to
ourselves
with
splendid
unity
and
faithfulness
.
Even
young
Danforth
,
with
his
nervous
breakdown
,
has
not
flinched
or
babbled
to
his
doctors
--
indeed
,
as
I
have
said
,
there
is
one
thing
he
thinks
he
alone
saw
which
he
will
not
tell
even
me
,
though
I
think
it
would
help
his
psychological
state
if
he
would
consent
to
do
so
.
It
might
explain
and
relieve
much
,
though
perhaps
the
thing
was
no
more
than
the
delusive
aftermath
of
an
earlier
shock
.
That
is
the
impression
I
gather
after
those
rare
,
irresponsible
moments
when
he
whispers
disjointed
things
to
me
--
things
which
he
repudiates
vehemently
as
soon
as
he
gets
a
grip
on
himself
again
.
It
will
be
hard
work
deterring
others
from
the
great
white
south
,
and
some
of
our
efforts
may
directly
harm
our
cause
by
drawing
inquiring
notice
.
We
might
have
known
from
the
first
that
human
curiosity
is
undying
,
and
that
the
results
we
announced
would
be
enough
to
spur
others
ahead
on
the
same
age-long
pursuit
of
the
unknown
.
Lake
's
reports
of
those
biological
monstrosities
had
aroused
naturalists
and
paleontologists
to
the
highest
pitch
,
though
we
were
sensible
enough
not
to
show
the
detached
parts
we
had
taken
from
the
actual
buried
specimens
,
or
our
photographs
of
those
specimens
as
they
were
found
.
We
also
refrained
from
showing
the
more
puzzling
of
the
scarred
bones
and
greenish
soapstones
;
while
Danforth
and
I
have
closely
guarded
the
pictures
we
took
or
drew
on
the
superplateau
across
the
range
,
and
the
crumpled
things
we
smoothed
,
studied
in
terror
,
and
brought
away
in
our
pockets
.
But
now
that
Starkweather
--
Moore
party
is
organizing
,
and
with
a
thoroughness
far
beyond
anything
our
outfit
attempted
.
If
not
dissuaded
,
they
will
get
to
the
innermost
nucleus
of
the
antarctic
and
melt
and
bore
till
they
bring
up
that
which
we
know
may
end
the
world
.
So
I
must
break
through
all
reticences
at
last
--
even
about
that
ultimate
,
nameless
thing
beyond
the
mountains
of
madness
.
It
is
only
with
vast
hesitancy
and
repugnance
that
I
let
my
mind
go
back
to
Lake
's
camp
and
what
we
really
found
there
--
and
to
that
other
thing
beyond
the
mountains
of
madness
.
I
am
constantly
tempted
to
shirk
the
details
,
and
to
let
hints
stand
for
actual
facts
and
ineluctable
deductions
.
I
hope
I
have
said
enough
already
to
let
me
glide
briefly
over
the
rest
;
the
rest
,
that
is
,
of
the
horror
at
the
camp
.
I
have
told
of
the
wind-ravaged
terrain
,
the
damaged
shelters
,
the
disarranged
machinery
,
the
varied
uneasiness
of
our
dogs
,
the
missing
sledges
and
other
items
,
the
deaths
of
men
and
dogs
,
the
absence
of
Gedney
,
and
the
six
insanely
buried
biological
specimens
,
strangely
sound
in
texture
for
all
their
structural
injuries
,
from
a
world
forty
million
years
dead
.
I
do
not
recall
whether
I
mentioned
that
upon
checking
up
the
canine
bodies
we
found
one
dog
missing
.
We
did
not
think
much
about
that
till
later
--
indeed
,
only
Danforth
and
I
have
thought
of
it
at
all
.
The
principal
things
I
have
been
keeping
back
relate
to
the
bodies
,
and
to
certain
subtle
points
which
may
or
may
not
lend
a
hideous
and
incredible
kind
of
rationale
to
the
apparent
chaos
.
At
the
time
,
I
tried
to
keep
the
men
's
minds
off
those
points
;
for
it
was
so
much
simpler
--
so
much
more
normal
--
to
lay
everything
to
an
outbreak
of
madness
on
the
part
of
some
of
Lake
's
party
.
From
the
look
of
things
,
that
demon
mountain
wind
must
have
been
enough
to
drive
any
man
mad
in
the
midst
of
this
center
of
all
earthly
mystery
and
desolation
.
The
crowning
abnormality
,
of
course
,
was
the
condition
of
the
bodies
--
men
and
dogs
alike
.
They
had
all
been
in
some
terrible
kind
of
conflict
,
and
were
torn
and
mangled
in
fiendish
and
altogether
inexplicable
ways
.
