Mawson located the glacial grave with some precision: "It is 35 miles east-southeast of the headland which I named Cape Freshfield; 15 miles from this charted camp." And his mind was on the dogs, already near starvation and complete exhaustion. "Winter quarters are 300 miles away, and we shall not get through unless we eat the dogs. We are terribly handicapped." He pondered their plight and the fearful struggle that lay ahead of them. "May God help us."