To the Right Hon. Sir Edgar Speyer, Bart.
My dear Sir Edgar,
I hope this may reach you. I fear we must go and that it leaves the Expedition in a bad muddle. But we have been to the Pole and we shall die like gentlemen. I regret only for the women we leave behind.
I thank you a thousand times for your help and support and your generous kindness. If this diary is found it will show how we stuck by dying companions and fought the thing out well to the end. I think this will show that the Spirit of pluck and the power to endure has not passed out of our race. . . .
Wilson, the best fellow that ever stepped, has sacrificed himself again and again to the sick men of the party. . . .
I write to many friends hoping the letters will reach them some time after we are found next year.
We very nearly came through, and it's a pity to have missed it, but lately I have felt that we have overshot our mark. No one is to blame and I hope no attempt will be made to suggest that we have lacked support.
Good-bye to you and your dear kind wife.
To Vice-Admiral Sir Francis Charles Bridgeman, K.C.V.O., K.C.B.
My dear Sir Francis,
I fear we have shipped up; a close shave; I am writing a few letters which I hope will be delivered
