The swell increased that night and the movement of the ice became more pronounced.  Occasionally a neighbouring floe would hammer against the ice on which we were camped, and the lesson of these blows was plain to read.  We must get solid ground under our feet quickly.  When the vibration ceased after a heavy surge, my thoughts flew round to the problem ahead.  If the party had not numbered more than six men a solution would not have been so hard to find; but obviously the transportation of the whole party to a place of safety, with the limited means at our disposal, was going to be a matter of extreme difficulty.  There were twenty-eight men on our floating cake of ice, which was steadily dwindling under the influence of wind, weather, charging floes, and heavy swell.  I confess that I felt the burden of responsibility sit heavily on my shoulders; but, on the other hand, I was stimulated and cheered by the attitude of the men.  Loneliness is the penalty of leadership, but the man who has to make the decisions is assisted greatly if he feels that there is no uncertainty in the minds of those who follow him, and that his orders will be carried out confidently and in expectation of success.

The sun was shining in the blue sky on the following morning (April 8).  Clarence Island showed clearly on the horizon, and Elephant Island could also be distinguished.  The single snow-clad peak of Clarence Island stood up as a beacon of safety, though the most optimistic imagination could not make an easy path of the ice and ocean that separated us from that giant, white and austere.

“The pack was much looser this morning, and the long rolling swell from the north-east is more pronounced than it was yesterday.  The floes rise and fall with the surge of the sea.  We evidently are drifting with the surface current, for all the heavier masses of floe, bergs, and hummocks are being left behind.  There has been some discussion in the camp as to the advisability of making one of the bergs our home for the time being and drifting with it to the west.  The idea is not sound.  I cannot be sure that the berg would drift in the right direction.  If it did move west and carried us into the open water, what would be our fate when we tried to launch the boats down the steep sides of the berg in the sea-swell after the surrounding floes had left us?  One must reckon, too, the chance of the berg splitting or even overturning during our stay.  It is not possible to gauge the condition of a big mass of ice by surface appearance.  The ice may have a fault, and when the wind, current, and swell set up strains and tensions, the line of weakness may reveal itself suddenly and disastrously.  No, I do not like the idea of drifting on a berg.  We must stay on our floe till conditions improve and then make another attempt to advance towards the land.”