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South... by Ernest Shackleton was published in 1919, long before Lansing’s book Endurance, which was published in 1959. Both books are very similar and tell for the most part the same story, however Lansings delivery is superior, however it was with great interest that I went from Endurance to South; and have no problem with the week I dedicated to Shackelton’s memoir.

“When I look back at those days I have no doubt that Providence guided us, not only across those snowfields, but across the storm-white sea that separated Elephant Island from our landing-place on South Georgia. I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, ‘Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us.� Crean confessed to the same idea. One feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech� in trying to describe things intangible, but a record of our journeys would be incomplete without a reference to a subject very near to our hearts.�