“That night for the first time since the establishment of Safety Camp the depot party were all together again, minus six ponies.  In concluding my report to Captain Scott on the ‘floe’ incident, which he asked me to set down long afterwards, I said, ’In reconsidering the foregoing I have come to the conclusion that I underestimated the danger signs on the sea-ice on February 28, and on the following day might have attached more importance to the safety of my companions.  As it was, however, all circumstances seemed to conspire together to make the situation unavoidable.’  I did not forget to mention the splendid behaviour of Cherry and Crean, and, for my own part, I have no regrets.  I took the blame for my lack of experience, but knew that having done everything I could do, it did not concern me if anybody liked to criticize my action.  My own opinion is that it just had to be, the circumstances leading to it were too devious for mere coincidence.  Six hours earlier we could have walked to the hut on sound sea-ice.  A few hours later we should have seen open water on arrival at the Barrier edge.  The blizzard that knocked out the beasts, the death of Weary, the misunderstanding of the dogs, everything, fitted in to place us on the sea-ice during the only two hours of the whole year that we could possibly have been in such a position.  Let those who believe in coincidence carry on believing.  Nobody will ever convince me that there was not something more.  Perhaps in the light of next year we shall see what was meant by such an apparent blow to our hopes.  Certainly we shall start for the Pole with less of that foolish spirit of blatant boast and ridiculous blind self-assurance, that characterized some of us on leaving Cardiff.

“Poor Captain Scott had now a new anxiety thrust upon him.  The Winter Station with ponies, stores and motors was all situated on a low beach not twenty yards from the water’s edge, and now that the ice had gone out (and the hut was not six feet above sea-level at the floor) how had they fared in the storm?  This was a problem we could not solve without going to see.  Cape Evans, though dimly in sight, was as far off as New Zealand till the sea froze over.  The idea of attempting the shoulder of Erebus did occur to Captain Scott, but it was so heavily crevassed as to make a journey from our side almost impossible.  On the other side Professor David’s party got up to the Summit without finding a crevasse.  Captain Scott took his reverses like a brick.  I often went out for a walk with him and sometimes he discussed his plans for next season.  He took his losses very philosophically and never blamed any of us.”

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This is the end of that part of Bowers’ letter which deals with the incident.  Crean told me afterwards how he got on to the Barrier.  He first made for the Gap, following the best path of the ice, but then had to retrace his steps and make for White Island jumping from floe to floe.  But then “I was pretty lively,” said he:  and “there were lots of penguins and seals and killers knocking round that day.”