distance.

During the forenoon something was seen ahead like the tide race over a
rocky ledge--it was another ice fall stretching from East to West, and it
had to be crossed, there could be no more deviation, for since Atkinson's
party turned we had been five points West of our course at times. Alas,
more wear for the runners of the sledge, which meant more labour to the
eight of us, so keen to succeed in our enterprise--soon we are in the
thick of it; first one slips and is thrown violently down, then a sledge
runs over the slope of a great ice wave.

The man trying to hold it back is relentlessly thrown, and the bow of the
sledge crashes on to the heel of the hindermost of those hauling ahead
with a thud that means "pain." But the victim utters no sound, just
smiles in answer to the anxious questioning gaze of his comrades.

Something happened in the last half of that Christmas forenoon. Lashly,
whose 44th birthday it was, celebrated the occasion by falling into a
crevasse 8 feet wide.

Our sledge just bridged the chasm with very little to spare each end, and
poor Lashly was suspended below, spinning round at the full length of his
harness, with 80 feet of clear space beneath him. We had great difficulty
in hauling him upon account of his being directly under the sledge. We
got him to the surface by using the Alpine rope. Lashly was none the
worse for his fall, and one of my party wished him a "Happy Christmas,"
and another "Many Happy Returns of the Day," when he had regained safety.
Lashly's reply was unprintable.

Soon after this accident we topped the ice fall or ridge, and halted for