“And wherefore was it glorious?  Not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but because it was full of dangers and terror, because at every new incident your fortitude was to be called forth and your courage exhibited, because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were to brave and overcome.  For this was it a glorious, for this was it an honourable undertaking.  You were hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species, your names adored as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour and the benefit of mankind.  And now, behold, with the first imagination of danger, or, if you will, the first mighty and terrific trial of your courage, you shrink away and are content to be handed down as men who had not strength enough to endure cold and peril; and so, poor souls, they were chilly and returned to their warm firesides.  Why, that requires not this preparation; ye need not have come thus far and dragged your captain to the shame of a defeat merely to prove yourselves cowards.  Oh!  Be men, or be more than men.  Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock.  This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not.  Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows.  Return as heroes who have fought and conquered and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe.”  He spoke this with a voice so modulated to the different feelings expressed in his speech, with an eye so full of lofty design and heroism, that can you wonder that these men were moved?  They looked at one another and were unable to reply.  I spoke; I told them to retire and consider of what had been said, that I would not lead them farther north if they strenuously desired the contrary, but that I hoped that, with reflection, their courage would return.  They retired and I turned towards my friend, but he was sunk in languor and almost deprived of life.

How all this will terminate, I know not, but I had rather die than return shamefully, my purpose unfulfilled.  Yet I fear such will be my fate; the men, unsupported by ideas of glory and honour, can never willingly continue to endure their present hardships.

September 7th

The die is cast; I have consented to return if we are not destroyed.  Thus are my hopes blasted by cowardice and indecision; I come back ignorant and disappointed.  It requires more philosophy than I possess to bear this injustice with patience.

September 12th

It is past; I am returning to England.  I have lost my hopes of utility and glory; I have lost my friend.  But I will endeavour to detail these bitter circumstances to you, my dear sister; and while I am wafted towards England and towards you, I will not despond.