On the third day we made the disagreeable discovery that we should have to descend 2,100 feet, as between us and the higher mountains to the south lay a great glacier which crossed our path from east to west.  This could not be helped.  The expedition therefore descended with the greatest possible speed and in an incredibly short time we were down on the glacier, which was named Axel Heiberg Glacier.  Our camp of this night lay at about 3,100 feet above sea level.  On the following day the longest ascent began; we were forced to follow Axel Heiberg Glacier.  At several places ice blocks were heaped up so that its surface was hummocky and cleft by crevasses.  We had therefore to make detours to avoid the wide crevasses which, below, expanded into large basins.  These latter, to be sure, were filled with snow; the glacier had evidently long ago ceased to move.  The greatest care was necessary in our advance, for we had no inkling as to how thick or how thin the cover of snow might be.  Our camp for this night was pitched in an extremely picturesque situation at an elevation of about 5,250 feet above sea level.  The glacier was here hemmed in by two mountains which were named “Fridtjof Nansen” and “Don Pedro Christophersen,” both 16,000 feet high.

Farther down toward the west at the end of the glacier “Ole Engelstad Mountain” rises to an elevation of about 13,000 feet.  At this relatively narrow place the glacier was very hummocky and rent by many deep crevasses, so that we often feared that we could not advance farther.  On the following day we reached a slightly inclined plateau which we assumed to be the same which Shackleton describes.  Our dogs accomplished a feat on this day which is so remarkable that it should be mentioned here.  After having already done heavy work on the preceding days, they covered nineteen miles on this day and overcame a difference in altitude of 5,700 feet.  On the following night we camped at a place which lay 10,800 feet above sea level.  The time had now come when we were forced to kill some of our dogs.  Twenty-four of our faithful comrades had to die.  The place where this happened was named the “Slaughter House.”  On account of bad weather we had to stay here for four days.  During this stay both we and the dogs had nothing except dog meat to eat.  When we could at last start again on November 26th, the meat of ten dogs only remained.  This we deposited at our camp; fresh meat would furnish a welcome change on our return.  During the following days we had stormy weather and thick snow flurries, so that we could see nothing of the surrounding country.  We observed, however, that we were descending rapidly.  For a moment, when the weather improved for a short time, we saw high mountains directly to the east.  During the heavy snow squall on November 28th we passed two peculiarly shaped mountains lying in a north-south direction; they were the only ones that we could see on our right hand.  These “Helland-Hansen Mountains” were entirely covered by snow and had an altitude of 9,200 feet.  Later they served as an excellent landmark for us.