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Despite what Stenhouse, Duthil, and Schaunard had said, Adams by this time inclined to a half-liking for Berselius; the man seemed so far from and unconscious of the little things of the world, so destitute of pettiness, that the half liking which always accompanies respect could not but find a place in Adams's mind.
The Rue du Mont Thabor is a somewhat gloomy little street, and it fitted Adams's mood as he waited, watching the passers-by and the small affairs of the little shops. At the end of five minutes Stenhouse returned. "Well?" said Adams. "I have had no luncheon yet," replied Stenhouse. "I have been so rushed. Come with me to a little place I know in the Rue St.
Some anxious work remained to be done, since bergs and scattered ice extended in all directions, but at 2 p.m. on March 14 the 'Aurora' cleared the last belt of pack in lat. 62° 27.5´ S., long. 157° 32´ E. "We 'spliced the main brace," says Stenhouse, "and blew three blasts of farewell to the pack with the whistle."
One pointed floe ten or twelve feet thick was steadily battering, with a three-feet send, against the starboard side, and fenders only partially deadened the shock. "It is no use butting against this pack with steam-power," wrote Stenhouse.
Late one evening, just as Stenhouse and his son-in-law, Adams, were smoking their last pipes before tarning in, their comrade entered the house hurriedly, accompanied by one of their native employees, who had been away on a fishing excursion. "Here's news! There's a big full-rigged ship just anchored under Cape Stephens. Masik boarded her, and had a yarn with the mate."
Two days later, after more trouble with drifting floes, Stenhouse proceeded to Cape Evans, where he took a line of soundings for the winter quarters. During the next month the 'Aurora' occupied various positions in the neighbourhood of Cape Evans. No secure moorings were available.
"You must remember," said Adams, taking up the cudgels for Berselius and almost surprised himself at so doing, "that an expedition like that, if it is not held together by a firm hand, goes to pieces, and the result is disaster for everyone. And you know what niggers are." "There you are," laughed Stenhouse.
"Are you going to slaughter unarmed men?" cried the surgeon, who was terrified at the very appearance of the wild-looking Caroline Islanders and their grim, silent leaders. Adams shook his head, but made no reply. A heavy footstep sounded in the jungle near them, and Stenhouse, carrying two cutlasses under his arm, strode into the square and stood before Fullerton.
Stenhouse continued to nurse his moorings against the onslaughts of the ice during the rest of April and the early days of May. The break- away from the shore came suddenly and unexpectedly on the evening of May 6: "May 6, 1915. Fine morning with light breezes from east-south- east.... 3.30 p.m. Ice nearly finished. Sent hands ashore for sledge- load. 4 p.m.
It seems quite natural to the man, yet somehow bad, as if it came from a profound and natural cynicism directed against all things including all things good." "You have put it," said Stenhouse, "in four words." "But, in spite of everything," said Adams, "I believe the man to have great good qualities: some instinct tells me so."
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