“Shackle called me up about 5:30 A.M. to see a glorious sunrise. . . . The sunset was even more glorious than the sunrise, for the sky was almost cloudless and we got the intense yellow ochreous glare after sunset uninterrupted by any clouds. It was almost uncanny. One felt as though something terrible was about to happenthe same sort of feeling that one gets in a dense yellow London fog, only this was beautiful, and magnificent, as well as terrifying. Everyone was on the bridge watching it.”

—Edwin Wilson, a member of Sir Ernest Shackletons expedition to Antarctica, Monday, 9 September, 1901.