Antarctica

  The Silence was deep with a breath like sleep 
    As our sledge runners slid on the snow, 
  And the fate-full fall of our fur-clad feet 
    Struck mute like a silent blow 
  On a questioning 'Hush?' as the settling crust 

        How many weary steps 
  Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, 
  Are numbered to the travel of one mile. 
   - SHAKESPEARE.

  It matters not how strait the gate, 
    How charged with punishments the scroll; 
  I am the master of my fate, 
    I am the Captain of my soul. 
   - HENLEY.

  As cold waters to a thirsty soul, 
  So is good news from a far country. 
   - PROVERBS.

In a very short time Scott discovered that the sledding resources of the ship had been used to their fullest extent during his absence, and that parties had been going and coming and ever adding to the collection of knowledge.

  Men like a man who has shown himself a pleasant companion 
  through a week's walking tour. They worship the man who, 
  over thousands of miles, for hundreds of days, through renewed 
  difficulties and efforts, has brought them without friction, 

  Path of advance! but it leads 
  A long steep journey through sunk 
  Gorges, o'er mountains in snow. 
   - M. ARNOLD.

The causes of the disaster are not due to faulty organization, but to misfortune in all risks which had to be undertaken.

1. The loss of pony transport in March 1911 obliged me to start 
   later than I had intended, and obliged the limits of stuff 
   transported to be narrowed.