I have come to the conclusion that life in the Antarctic Regions can be very pleasant.

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

Each man in his way is a treasure.

As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.

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.

The dog is almost human in its demand for living interest, yet fatally less than human in its inability to foresee.