THE NEXT DAY, March 22, at six o'clock in the morning, preparations for departure began. The last gleams of twilight were melting into night. The cold was brisk. The constellations were glittering with startling intensity. The wonderful Southern Cross, polar star of the Antarctic regions, twinkled at its zenith.
Den volgenden dag, 22 Maart, maakte men zich te zes uur des morgens reeds tot het vertrek gereed. De laatste schemering verdween; het was scherp koud; de sterren flikkerden zeer helder; boven ons schitterde het wonderschoone Zuiderkruis, de poolster der zuiderstreken.