coming winter.  But this was not to be.  March 5 found us about forty miles south of the longitude of Paulet Island, but well to the east of it; and as the ice was still too much broken up to sledge over, it appeared as if we should be carried past it.  By March 17 we were exactly on a level with Paulet Island but sixty miles to the east.  It might have been six hundred for all the chance that we had of reaching it by sledging across the broken sea-ice in its present condition.

Our thoughts now turned to the Danger Islands, thirty-five miles away.  “It seems that we are likely to drift up and down this coast from south-west to north-east and back again for some time yet before we finally clear the point of Joinville Island; until we do we cannot hope for much opening up, as the ice must be very congested against the south-east coast of the island, otherwise our failure to respond to the recent south-easterly gale cannot be well accounted for.  In support of this there has been some very heavy pressure on the north-east side, of our floe, one immense block being up-ended to a height of 25 ft.  We saw a Dominican gull fly over to-day, the first we have seen since leaving South Georgia; it is another sign of our proximity to land.  We cut steps in this 25-ft. slab, and it makes a fine look-out.  When the weather clears we confidently expect to see land.”

A heavy blizzard obscured our view till March 23. “‘Land in sight’ was reported this morning.  We were sceptical, but this afternoon it showed up unmistakably to the west, and there can be no further doubt about it.  It is Joinville Island, and its serrated mountain ranges, all snow-clad, are just visible on the horizon.  This barren, inhospitable-looking land would be a haven of refuge to us if we could but reach it.  It would be ridiculous to make the attempt though, with the ice all broken up as it is.  It is too loose and broken to march over, yet not open enough to be able to launch the boats.”  For the next two or three days we saw ourselves slowly drifting past the land, longing to reach it yet prevented from doing so by the ice between, and towards the end of March we saw Mount Haddington fade away into the distance.

Our hopes were now centred on Elephant Island or Clarence Island, which lay 100 miles almost due north of us.

If we failed to reach either of them we might try for South Georgia, but our chances of reaching it would be very small.

CHAPTER VIII

ESCAPE FROM THE ICE

On April 7 at daylight the long-desired peak of Clarence Island came into view, bearing nearly north from our camp.  At first it had the appearance of a huge berg, but with the growing light we could see plainly the black lines of scree and the high, precipitous cliffs of the island, which were miraged up to some extent.  The dark rocks in the white snow were a pleasant sight.  So long had our eyes looked