Scott calmly told me that they ’did not matter’—­This was our great project for getting to the Pole—­the much advertised motors that ‘did not matter’; our dogs looked finished, and horses were finishing, and I went to bale with a strenuous prayer in my heart, and ‘Yip-i-addy’ on my lips, and so we pulled through that day.  We sang and re-sang every silly song we ever knew, and then everybody in the ship later on was put on 2-hour reliefs to bale, as it was impossible for flesh to keep heart with no food or rest.  Even the fresh-water pump had gone wrong so we drank neat lime juice, or anything that came along, and sat in our saturated state awaiting our next spell.  My dressing gown was my great comfort as it was not very wet, and it is a lovely warm thing.

“To make a long yarn short, we found later in the day that the storm was easing a bit and that though there was a terrible lot of water in the ship, which, try as we could, we could not reduce, it certainly had ceased to rise to any great extent.  We had reason to hope then that we might keep her afloat till the pump wells could be cleared.  Had the storm lasted another day, God knows what our state would have been, if we had been above water at all.  You cannot imagine how utterly helpless we felt in such a sea with a tiny ship,—­the great expedition with all its hopes thrown aside for its life.  God had shown us the weakness of man’s hand and it was enough for the best of us,—­the people who had been made such a lot of lately—­the whole scene was one of pathos really.  However, at 11 P.M.  Evans and I with the carpenter were able to crawl through a tiny hole in the bulkhead, burrow over the coal to the pump-well cofferdam, where, another hole having been easily made in the wood, we got down below with Davy lamps and set to work.  The water was so deep that you had to continually dive to get your hand on to the suction.  After 2 hours or so it was cleared for the time being and the pumps worked merrily.  I went in again at 4.30 A.M. and had another lap at clearing it.  Not till the afternoon of the following day, though, did we see the last of the water and the last of the great gale.  During the time the pumps were working, we continued the baling till the water got below the furnaces.  As soon as we could light up, we did, and got the other pumps under weigh, and, once the ship was empty, clearing away the suction was a simple matter.  I was pleased to find that after all I had only lost about 100 gallons of the petrol and bad as things had been they might have been worse....

“You will ask where all the water came from seeing our forward leak had been stopped.  Thank God we did not have that to cope with as well.  The water came chiefly through the deck where the tremendous strain,—­not only of the deck load, but of the smashing seas,—­was beyond conception.  She was caught at a tremendous disadvantage and we were dependent for our lives on each plank standing its own strain.  Had one gone we would all have gone, and the great anxiety was not so much the existing water as what was going to open up if the storm continued.  We might have dumped the deck cargo, a difficult job at best, but were too busy baling to do anything else....