[338] Scott's Last Expedition, vol. i. pp. 570-571.
[339] Wilson.
[340] Scott's Last Expedition, vol. i. p. 573.
CHAPTER XVIII
The Polar Journey (continued)
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall, ...
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, ...
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land.
Shakespeare.
VI. Farthest South
Stevenson has written of a traveller whose wife slumbered by his side what time his spirit re-adventured forth in memory of days gone by. He was quite happy about it, and I suppose his travels had been peaceful, for days and nights such as these men spent coming down the Beardmore will give you nightmare after nightmare, and wake you shrieking—years after.