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.

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

Hunger and fear are the only realities in dog life: an empty stomach makes a fierce dog.

I do no think human beings ever came through such a month as we have…We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

Each man in his way is a treasure.

But we have been to the Pole and we shall die like gentlemen. I regret only for the women we leave behind.