’He is not worthy to live at all, who, for fear and danger of death shunneth his country’s service or his own honour, since death is inevitable and the fame of virtue immortal.’—­SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT.

There is no part of the world that can not be reached by man.  When the ‘can be’ is turned to ‘has been’ the Geographical Society will have altered its status.

’At the whirring loom of time unawed
I weave the living garment of God.’—­GOETHE.

By all means think yourself big but don’t think everyone else small!

The man who knows everyone’s job isn’t much good at his own.

’When you are attacked unjustly avoid the appearance of evil, but avoid also the appearance of being too good!’ ’A man can’t be too good, but he can appear too good.’

Monday, April 17.—­Started from C. Evans with two 10 ft. sledges.

    Party 1.  Self, Lashly, Day, Demetri.
      ,, 2.  Bowers, Nelson, Crean, Hooper.

We left at 8 A.M., taking our personal equipment, a week’s provision of sledging food, and butter, oatmeal, flour, lard, chocolate, &c., for the hut.

Two of the ponies hauled the sledges to within a mile of the Glacier Tongue; the wind, which had been north, here suddenly shifted to S.E., very biting. (The wind remained north at C. Evans during the afternoon, the ponies walked back into it.) Sky overcast, very bad light.  Found the place to get on the glacier, but then lost the track-crossed more or less direct, getting amongst many cracks.  Came down in bay near the open water—­stumbled over the edge to an easy drift.  More than once on these trips I as leader have suddenly disappeared from the sight of the others, affording some consternation till they got close enough to see what has happened.  The pull over sea ice was very heavy and in face of strong wind and drift.  Every member of the party was frostbitten about the face, several with very cold feet.  Pushed on after repairs.  Found drift streaming off the ice cliff, a new cornice formed and our rope buried at both ends.  The party getting cold, I decided to camp, have tea, and shift foot gear.  Whilst tea was preparing, Bowers and I went south, then north, along the cliffs to find a place to ascend—­nearly everywhere ascent seemed impossible in the vicinity of Hulton Rocks or north, but eventually we found an overhanging cornice close to our rope.

After lunch we unloaded a sledge, which, held high on end by four men, just reached the edge of the cornice.  Clambering up over backs and up sledge I used an ice-axe to cut steps over the cornice and thus managed to get on top, then cut steps and surmounted the edge of the cornice.  Helped Bowers up with the rope; others followed—­then the gear was hauled up piecemeal.  For Crean, the last man up, we lowered the sledge over the cornice and used a bowline in the other end of the rope on top of it.  He came up grinning with delight, and we all thought the ascent