It was an anxious moment, for we had still to locate the camp and the pack could not be trusted to allow time for a prolonged search in thick weather; but presently the fog lifted and revealed the cliffs and glaciers of Elephant Island.
I proceeded to the east, and at 11.40 a.m.

Worsley's keen eyes detected the camp, almost invisible under its covering of snow.

The men ashore saw us at the same time, and we saw tiny black figures hurry to the beach and wave signals to us.

We were about a mile and a half away from the camp.

I turned the 'Yelcho' in, and within half an hour reached the beach with Crean and some of the Chilian sailors.