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Had We Lived, I Should Have Had A Tale To Tell Of The Hardihood, Endurance And Courage Of My Companions Which Would Have Stirred The Heart Of Every Englishman. These Rough Notes And Our Dead Bodies Must Tell The Tale, But Surely, A Great Rich Country Like Ours Will See That Those Who Are Dependent On Us Are Properly Provided For.

But We Have Been To The Pole And We Shall Die Like Gentlemen. I Regret Only For The Women We Leave Behind.

I May Not Have Proved A Great Explorer, But We Have Done The Greatest March Ever Made And Come Very Near To Great Success.

The Dog Is Almost Human In Its Demand For Living Interest, Yet Fatally Less Than Human In Its Inability To Foresee.

I Can Imagine Few Things More Trying To The Patience Than The Long Wasted Days Of Waiting.