The last paragraph of the chapter entitled "Across South Georgia"
When I look back at those days I have no doubt that Providence guided us, not only across those snowfields, but across the storm-white sea that seperated Elephant Island from our landing-place on South Georgia. I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, "Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us." Crean confessed to the same idea. One feels "the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech" in trying to describe things intangible, but a record of our journeys would be incomplete without a reference to a subject very near to our hearts.
Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton (1874-1922)
South
Originally published 1919, William Heinemann, London
Reprinted 1998, The Lyons Press, New York, ISBN 1-55821-783-5
Exploring The Waste Land
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