Ernest Henry Shackleton,
Aurora Australis
(1909)
“ But stay!— What form is that emerging from the shade of yonder ice-berg? It strides towards us with swinging gait, recalling to my mind unpleasant memories of my bird-nesting days. I cannot control a strange flutter of apprehension in the slack of my trousers, a sort of prophetic sensation of tenderness behind. That is strangely like a knotted cudgel carried, with ill-concealed menace, under the left arm. “No Gamekeepers” did I say? It must be a gamekeeper. But he is upon us! All doubt is banished. He is the most enormous Emperor Penguin I have ever met. ”
