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So
this
was
the
sum
of
all
our
efforts
,
trials
and
disappointments
!
Not
to
speak
of
the
destruction
of
the
Halbrane
,
the
expedition
had
already
cost
nine
lives
.
From
thirty
-
two
men
who
had
embarked
on
the
schooner
,
our
number
was
reduced
to
twenty
-
three
:
how
low
was
that
figure
yet
to
fall
?
Between
the
south
pole
and
antarctic
circle
lay
twenty
degrees
,
and
those
would
have
to
be
cleared
in
a
month
or
six
weeks
at
the
most
;
if
not
,
the
iceberg
barrier
would
be
re
-
formed
and
closed
-
up
.
As
for
wintering
in
that
part
of
the
antarctic
circle
,
not
a
man
of
us
could
have
survived
it
.
Besides
,
we
had
lost
all
hope
of
rescuing
the
survivors
of
the
Jane
,
and
the
sole
desire
of
the
crew
was
to
escape
as
quickly
as
possible
from
the
awful
solitudes
of
the
south
.
Our
drift
,
which
had
been
south
,
down
to
the
pole
,
was
now
north
,
and
,
if
that
direction
should
continue
,
perhaps
we
might
be
favoured
with
such
good
fortune
as
would
make
up
for
all
the
evil
that
had
befallen
us
!
In
any
case
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
,
in
familiar
phrase
,
“
to
let
ourselves
go
.
”
The
mist
did
not
lift
during
the
2nd
,
3rd
,
and
4th
of
February
,
and
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
make
out
the
rate
of
progress
of
our
iceberg
since
it
had
passed
the
pole
.
Captain
Len
Guy
,
however
,
and
West
,
considered
themselves
safe
in
reckoning
it
at
two
hundred
and
fifty
miles
.
The
current
did
not
seem
to
have
diminished
in
speed
or
changed
its
course
.
It
was
now
beyond
a
doubt
that
we
were
moving
between
the
two
halves
of
a
continent
,
one
on
the
east
,
the
other
on
the
west
,
which
formed
the
vast
antarctic
region
.
And
I
thought
it
was
a
matter
of
great
regret
that
we
could
not
get
aground
on
one
or
the
other
side
of
this
vast
strait
,
whose
surface
would
presently
be
solidified
by
the
coming
of
winter
.
When
I
expressed
this
sentiment
to
Captain
Len
Guy
,
he
made
me
the
only
logical
answer
:
“
What
would
you
have
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
?
We
are
powerless
.
There
is
nothing
to
be
done
,
and
the
persistent
fog
is
the
worst
part
of
our
ill
luck
.
I
no
longer
know
where
we
are
.
It
is
impossible
to
take
an
observation
,
and
this
befalls
us
just
as
the
sun
is
about
to
disappear
for
long
months
.
”
“
Let
me
come
back
to
the
question
of
the
boat
,
”
said
I
,
“
for
the
last
time
.
Could
we
not
,
with
the
boat
—
”
“
Go
on
a
discovery
cruise
?
Can
you
think
of
such
a
thing
?
That
would
be
an
imprudence
I
would
not
commit
,
even
though
the
crew
would
allow
me
.
”
