WINTER ' FOURTEEN
“Of all their enemies -- the cold, the ice, the sea -- he feared none more than demoralization.”
Alfred Lansing, Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage
Monday, December 21, was beautifully fine, with a gentle west-north-westerly breeze. We made a start at 3 a.m. and
proceeded through t he pack in a south-westerly direction. At noon we had gained seven miles almost due east, the northerly
drift of the pack having continued while the ship was apparently moving to the south. Petrels of several species, penguins,
and seals were plentiful, and we saw four small blue whales. At noon we entered a long lead to the southward and passed
around and between nine splendid bergs. One mighty specimen was shaped like the Rock of Gibraltar but with steeper cliffs,
and another had a natural dock that would have contained the Aquitania. A spur of ice closed the entrance to the huge blue
pool. Hurley brought out his kinematograph-camera, in order to make a record of these bergs. Fine long leads running east
and south-east among bergs were found during the afternoon, but at midnight the ship was stopped by small, heavy ice-floes,
tightly packed against an unbroken plain of ice. The outlook from the mast-head was not encouraging. The big floe was at
least 15 miles long and 10 miles wide. The edge could not be seen at the widest part, and the area of the floe must have been
not less than 150 square miles. It appeared to be formed of year-old ice, not very thick and with very few hummocks or ridges
in it. We thought it must have been formed at sea in very calm weather and drifted up from the south-east. I had never seen
such a large area of unbroken ice in the Ross Sea.
The Linnet's Wings