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Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton Shackleton in the Antarctic: Being the story of the British Antarctic expedition… (1911)

I did not go to a port because I wished to get the news of the expedition's work through to London before we faced the energetic newspaper men.
That day in March was a wonderful one to all of us. For over a year we had seen nothing but rocks, ice, snow- 236 - and sea. No green growth had gladdened our eyes, no musical notes of birds had come to our ears. No man who has not spent a period of his life in those "stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole" will understand fully what trees, and flowers, and running streams mean to the soul of a man.
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Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton Shackleton in the Antarctic: Being the story of the British Antarctic expedition… (1911)

Our camp for that night was pitched under a wonderful pillar of granite, and as pieces of granite, from the size of a hazel-nut to great boulders weighing thirty tons or more, were lying all around, we felt that at any moment a great piece of rock might come hurtling upon us. On one snow slope, indeed, we could see the fresh track of a fallen rock, but as it was impossible to spread a tent on the blue ice we were compelled to camp, for half a mile of crevassed ice lay between us and the snow slope to the south-south-west, and we were too tired to march any farther.
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Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton Shackleton in the Antarctic: Being the story of the British Antarctic expedition… (1911)

Our sledge was by this time badly strained, and on the dreadful bad surface of soft snow was very hard to move; and when it is remembered that physical labour of any kind is always trying at a great height, it is not to be wondered at that we were beginning to feel nearly spent.
If the rise would only have stopped we could have endured the cold, but the two together were terribly trying; and then, to add to our unhappiness, the last day but one of the old year brought with it such a blizzard from the south that we had to spend nearly the whole of it in our sleeping-bags.
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