Fine: Sighted some Islands ahead, the first of which the Captains Landed on and christened it, giving three cheers and drinking the Queens health. It is a high Island Rock entirely covered with Snow except the Sea faces of it. The boats had hard work to effect a landing: there was no birds of any Kind: it is nearly in 76 South. Passed Some very large Icebergs: got foul of a Small one which carried away our Dolphin Striker & BobStay.
First island, Ross, Voyage, I. pp. 214–5. ‘We proceeded at once therefore to take possession of the island in due form; and to the great satisfaction of every individual in the expedition, I named it “Franklin Island;” in compliment to His Excellency Captain Sir John Franklin, of the Royal Navy….‘Franklin Island is situate in lat. 76 8 S., long. 168 12 E.’
Landing, Robertson, A few General Remarks, pp. 50–1. ‘… our chiefs being determined to effect a landing somewhere. After much examination, the only place likely to favour their desire was the trap dyke … and to this the whale-boat was backed: but such was the rise and fall of the waves, that a landing was almost despaired of, when Captain Ross stood up in the boat, resting his hand on Captain Crozier's shoulder, and evidently resolved for a spring at whatever risk. … and instantly springing upon the shelf of the dyke, he quickly succeeded in scrambling up the rock, whilst the angry sea dashed its spray upon his heels. It was now Captain Crozier's turn, and he, watching his moment with a seaman's eye, also got cleverly up the icy rocks clear of danger: but it was not so with many that followed; for not withstanding the kind-hearted Captain had considerately made one end of a line fast to a rock, and threw the other into the boat, to enable the officers to land with greater safety, two were overtaken by the waves, and had they not fortunately had hold or the line, they must have been washed away. A third, being less cautious, made his spring on the rock without taking hold of the rope; the sea caught him, and instantly overwhelmed him, to the great horror of all. On his reappearing, pale and exhausted, he was so close to the boat that one of the seamen caught him, and soon placed him safely amongst his many anxious shipmates…. Captain Ross… instantly and authoritatively forbade all further attempts at landing… It is due to poor Jack to state, that no sooner was the half drowned young man lifted into the boat, than the kind-hearted sailors had him stripped of all his wet clothing, each vying with the other who should be the first to divest himself of his flushing jacket, for his protection and comfort; and with the temperature of the air at 18 Fahrenheit, the sea being 30.’