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A hopeless feeling descends on one and is hard to fight off.

Great God! this is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority.

Well, it is something to have got here, and the wind may be our friend to-morrow.

These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale, but surely, surely, a great rich country like ours will see that those who are dependent on us are properly provided for.

Amongst ourselves we are unendingly cheerful, but what each man feels in his heart I can only guess.

One can only say 'God help us!' and plod on our weary way, cold and very miserable, though outwardly cheerful.

Above all, he must guard and you must guard him against indolence. Make him a strenuous man. I had to force myself into being strenuous as you know--had always an inclination to be idle.

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman.

We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

We took risks, we knew we took them; things have come out against us, and therefore we have no cause for complaint, but bow to the will of Providence, determined still to do our best to the last.

We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.