Quotes About Discovery

And they realized at once that it lay directly in their path.

with the possible exception of the Fram, the vessel used by Fridtjof Nansen, and later by Amundsen.

The Endurance is crushed between the floes, October 24, 1915 (Royal Geographic Society) Frank Wild surveys the wreck of the Endurance on November 8, 1915, during their last official visit to the wreck (Royal Geographic Society)

However, on the trip from London to Buenos Aires

dead ahead were two inviting glaciers which held the promise of ice to be melted into water.

The next morning, three seals were sighted, and Macklin was sent out with Tom Crean to fetch them.

Worsley was ready with his sextant, and James stood by with his theodolite to catch the angle of the sun.

January 25, and to McNeish it was a "proper sea fog," indicating the presence of the ice-free ocean nearby.

a party of eighteen under Wild should start out early the next morning to bring up the Stancomb Wills.

The Stancomb Wills was safe in camp by one o'clock.

These words were written on the flyleaf of a Bible given to the expedition by Queen Mother

advantage of the following wind to make for King George Island.

where the stores left in 1902 should still be.

along with Sirius, an older puppy from an earlier litter

It now lay exactly 91 miles away. But it was off to the WNW

By 5 P.M., after three hours on the trail, they were 1 mile from the ship

it seemed that they would simply pass Paulet Island by.

Then, on March 9, they felt the swell—the undeniable, unmistakable rise and fall of the ocean.

But Worsley took his chronometer out to the edge of the floe and timed the interval between swells—eighteen seconds

Land in sight! Land in sight!

It lay exactly 42 miles away; only 20 miles beyond it lay what had been their destination, Paulet Island.

Worsley identified the tallest of the peaks as Mount Percy on Joinville Island off the very tip of the Palmer Peninsula.

But what am I?An infant crying in the night:An infant crying for the light:And with no language but a cry.

Much have I seen and known; cities of menAnd manners, climates, councils, governments,Myself not least, but honor'd of them all;And drunk delight of battle with my peers,Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untravel'd world.