There is no accounting for it, but the result has thrown out my
calculations, and here we are little more than 100 miles from the
base and petering out.
Good-bye. Please see my widow is looked after as far as Admiralty
is concerned.
R. SCOTT.
My kindest regards to Lady Egerton. I can never forget all your
kindness.
TO MR. J.J. KINSEY--CHRISTCHURCH
March 24th, 1912.
MY DEAR KINSEY,
I'm afraid we are pretty well done--four days of blizzard just as
we were getting to the last depot. My thoughts have been with you
often. You have been a brick. You will pull the expedition through,
I'm sure.
My thoughts are for my wife and boy. Will you do what you can for
them if the country won't.
I want the boy to have a good chance in the world, but you know the
circumstances well enough.
If I knew the wife and boy were in safe keeping I should have little
regret in leaving the world, for I feel that the country need not be
ashamed of us--our journey has been the biggest on record, and nothing
but the most exceptional hard luck at the end would have caused us to
fail to return. We have been to the S. pole as we set out. God bless
you and dear Mrs. Kinsey. It is good to remember you and your kindness.
Your friend,
R. SCOTT.
Letters to his Mother, his Wife, his Brother-in-law (Sir William
Ellison Macartney), Admiral Sir Lewis Beaumont, and Mr.
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