“We made towards the only place where it seemed possible to cross the mass of pressure ice caused by the junction of the plateau with the glacier, and congested between the nunatak [Buckley Island] and the Dominion Range.  Scott had considered at one time going up to westward of the nunatak, but this appeared more chaotic than the other side.  We made for a slope close to the end of the island or nunatak, where Shackleton must have got up also; it is obviously the only place when you look at it from a commanding rise.  We did not go quite so close to the land as Shackleton did, and therefore, as had been the case with us all the way up the glacier, found less difficulties than he met with.  Scott is quite wonderful in his selections of route, as we have escaped excessive dangers and difficulties all along.  In this case we had fairly good going, but got into a perfect mass of crevasses into which we all continually fell; mostly one foot, but often two, and occasionally we went down altogether, some to the length of their harness to be hauled out with the Alpine rope.  Most of them could be seen by the strip of snow on the blue ice.  They were often too wide to jump though, and the only thing was to plant your feet on the bridge and try not to tread heavily.  As a rule the centre of a bridged crevasse is the safest place, the rotten places are at the edges.  We had to go over dozens by hopping right on to the bridge and then over on to the ice.  It is a bit of a jar when it gives way under you, but the friendly harness is made to trust one’s life to.  The Lord only knows how deep these vast chasms go down, they seem to extend into blue black nothingness thousands of feet below.

“Before reaching the rise we had to go up and down many steep slopes, and on the one side the sledges were overrunning us, and on the other it fairly took the juice out of you to reach the top.  We saw the stratification on the nunatak which Shackleton supposed to be coal:  there was also much sandstone and red granite.  I should like to have scratched round these rocks:  we may get a chance on our return journey.  As we topped each rise we found another one beyond it, and so on.

“About noon some clouds settled in a fog round us, and being fairly in a trough of crevasses we could not get on.  Fortunately we found a snow patch to pitch the tents on, but even there were crevasses under us.  However, we enjoyed a hearty lunch, and I improved the shining hour by preparing my rations for the Upper Glacier Depot.

“At 3 P.M. it cleared, and Mount Darwin, a nunatak to the S.W. of the others, could be seen.  This we made for, and some two miles on exchanged blue ice for the new snow which was much harder pulling.  Scott was fairly wound up, and he went on and on.  Every rise topped seemed to fire him with a desire to top the next, and every rise had another beyond and above it.  We camped at 8 P.M., all pretty weary, having come up nearly 1500 feet, and done over