Shackleton's Last Voyage: The Story of the QuestWild, Frank
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Shackleton's Last Voyage: The Story of the Quest
Wild, Frank
Antarctica -- Discovery and exploration -- British; Quest (Ship); Shackleton, Ernest Henry, Sir, 1874-1922
The glen divided into two and I chose the one to the right,
working my way laboriously till I reached at last the upper edge
of thick vegetation and emerged on to grassy slopes, which were
very sodden and covered with numerous grasses and mosses. The air
blew pure and fresh, rather cold, but a welcome change from the
stuffy atmosphere of the thicker vegetation. I was now able to
get a look round. The island certainly had a curious formation
with its rugged rocky pinnacles and ridges. I was attracted by
the huge mass of the Apostle and determined to make for it. This
necessitated descending into the glen, crossing the stream and
climbing again through the thick belt. I chose wherever possible
the course of small tributaries, but these dropped very steeply
and had many long thin waterfalls which fell over smooth rock
covered with moss, which readily came away and afforded no hand
or foothold. I reached a ridge which rose in a series of thin
sharp rocky pinnacles, and working along this at last reached the
grass land at the foot of the Apostle. I made an effort to climb
the mass from the front, but was not successful. The time limit
allowed me by Commander Wild was now up and I had to make my way
down again. The geological party, Douglas, Carr and Argles, who
came here later found an easy way up by walking round to the back.
I descended into the other glen and attempted to work down the
stream, but found myself in a narrow gorge between high, smooth
walls of rock and, coming to the head of a high waterfall, could
find no way down, so that I was compelled to go back out of the
gorge and come down through the vegetation on the banks. This was
almost as hard work as going up, and long before I reached the
bottom the climb had ceased to be a pleasure and had become mere
hard work, increased by the fact that I had overstayed my time and
had to hurry. The fresh upland air was changed again to the hot
stuffiness of the valley, and when I arrived at the landing-place
I was soaked to the skin as much with perspiration as with wet
from the outside. Anyone working through this vegetation at
this time of year must be prepared to get wetted through, for
everything is sodden.
Through being late I had to wait some time for the boat, and
cooled so rapidly that I was soon shivering. Naisbitt had kindled
a fire of driftwood, and I was glad to sit in front of this. He
also made me a cup of tea which helped to warm me up.
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