This was the third reverse, but I did not abandon my belief that the ice would not remain fast around Elephant Island during the winter, whatever the arm-chair experts at home might say.

We reached Port Stanley in the schooner on August 8, and I learned there that the ship Discovery was to leave England at once and would be at the Falkland Islands about the middle of September.

My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks.

The street of that port is about a mile and a half long.

It has the slaughter-house at one end and the graveyard at the other.