He lost the net, two leads, and a line.

Ten bergs drove to the south through the pack during the twenty-four hours.

The noon position was 61ｰ 31ｴ S., long.

18ｰ 12ｴ W.
The gale had moderated at 8 p.m., and we made five miles to the south before midnight and then we stopped at the end of a long lead, waiting till the weather cleared.

It was during this short run that the captain, with semaphore hard-a-port, shouted to the scientist at the wheel: "Why in Paradise don't you port!" The answer came in indignant tones: "I am blowing my nose." The 'Endurance' made some progress on the following day.