Petrol-cases that had been stacked on the fore- deck had been driven by the floe through the wall into the wardroom and had carried before them a large picture.

Curiously enough, the glass of this picture had not been cracked, whereas in the immediate neighbourhood I saw heavy iron davits that had been twisted and bent like the ironwork of a wrecked train.

The ship was being crushed remorselessly.
Under a dull, overcast sky I returned to camp and examined our situation.

The floe occupied by the camp was still subject to pressure, and I thought it wise to move to a larger and apparently stronger floe about 200 yds.

away, off the starboard bow of the ship.
This camp was to become known as Dump Camp, owing to the amount of stuff that was thrown away there.