and pram on one side of the rollers and ourselves on the other.  First it was impossible to take off the guns and specimens, so we made them all up to leave for the morrow.  Second, a sick man had come ashore for exercise, and he could not be got off:  finally, Atkinson stayed ashore with him.  The breakers made the most awe-inspiring cauldron in our little nook, and it meant a tough swim for all of us.  Three of us swam out first and took a line to the pram, and finally we got a good rope from the whaler, which had anchored well out, to the shore.  I then manoeuvred the pram, and everybody plunged into the surf and hauled himself out with the rope.  All well, but minus our belongings, and got back to the ship; very wet and ravenous was a mild way to put it.  During my 12 to 4 watch that night the surf roared like thunder, and the ship herself was rolling like anything, and looked horribly close to the shore.  Of course she was quite safe really.  It transpired that Atkinson and the seaman had a horrible night with salt water soaked food, and the crabs and white terns which sat and watched them all night, squawking in chorus whenever they moved.  It must have been horrible, though I would like to have stayed, and had I known anybody was staying would have volunteered.  This with the noise of the surf and the cold made it pretty rotten for them.  In the morning, Evans, Rennick, Oates and I, with two seamen and Gran, took the whaler and pram in to rescue the maroons.  At first we thought we would do it by a rocket line to the end of the sheer cliff.  The impossibility of such an idea was at once evident, so Gran and I went in close in the pram, and hove them lines to get off the gear first.  I found the spoon-shaped pram a wonderful boat to handle.  You could go in to the very edge of the breaking surf, lifted like a cork on top of the waves, and as long as you kept head to sea and kept your own head, you need never have got on the rocks, as the tremendous back-swish took you out like a shot every time.  It was quite exciting, however, as we would slip in close in a lull, and the chaps in the whaler would yell, ’Look out!’ if a big wave passed them, in which case you would pull out for dear life.  Our first lines carried away, and then, with others, Rennick and I this time took the pram while Atkinson got as near the edge as safe to throw us the gear.  I was pulling, and by watching our chances we rescued the cameras and glasses, once being carried over 12 feet above the rocks and only escaping by the back-swish.  Then the luckiest incident of the day occurred, when in a lull we got our sick man down, and I jumped out, and he in, as I steadied the boat’s stern.  The next minute the boat flew out on the back-wash with the seaman absolutely dry, and I was of course enveloped in foam and blackness two seconds later by a following wave.  Twice the day before this had happened, but this time for a moment I thought, ‘Where will my head strike?’ as I was like a feather in a breeze in that swirl.