We were told (in no uncertain terms) to "Sail for Cape Farewell. You
will reach it by the 20th of April" and guess what? We have! Cape
Farewell was formally sighted at midday (with an air temperature of a
remarkably nippy 12°F) and I said (to no one in particular) "“There you
are, then, the cape so celebrated and so well named! Many have cleared
it like us who were destined never to see it again. Is it, then, an
eternal adieu said to one’s European friends? You have all passed it.
Frobisher, Knight, Barlow, Vaughan, Scroggs, Barentz, Hudson,
Blosseville, Franklin, Crozier, Bellot, never to come back to your
domestic hearth, and that cape has been really for you the cape of
adieus.”
During the rest of the day, the Forward was acting more like a pleasure
cruise than an expedition. This evening however required the severest
attention, thanks in part to the floating icebergs that drew together
in that narrow pass. As a result everyone had long rafts of wood in
order to assist if it became necessary to escape collision. I strongly
suspect that none of us will get much in the way of sleep (but the
nights are fairly short anyway this far north in April)
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Posted By Harry Hayfield to The Personal Diary of Dr. Clawbonny on
3/21/2011 10:13:00 PM
Received on Tue 22 Mar 2011 - 00:13:53 IST