Great God! This is an awful place.

It seems a pity, but I do not think that I can write more. For God's sake look after our people.

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale, but surely, a great rich country like ours will see that those who are dependent on us are properly provided for.

But take comfort in that I die at peace with the world and myself - not afraid.

I can imagine few things more trying to the patience than the long wasted days of waiting.

I fear we have shot our bolt - but we have been to Pole and done the longest journey on record.

With great care we might have a dog's chance, but no more.