One of the standing jokes was that all the adelies on the floe seemed to know Clark, and when he was at the wheel rushed along as fast as their legs could carry them, yelling out "Clark! Clark!" and apparently very indignant and perturbed that he never waited for them or even answered them.
We found several good leads to the south in the evening, and continued to work southward throughout the night and the following day.

The pack extended in all directions as far as the eye could reach.

The noon observation showed the run for the twenty-four hours to be 54 miles, a satisfactory result under the conditions.

Wild shot a young Ross seal on the floe, and we manoeuvred the ship alongside.

Hudson jumped down, bent a line on to the seal, and the pair of them were hauled up.