Camp 67.  Lunch obs.:  Lat. 89 deg. 26’ 57’’; Lat. dead reckoning, 89 deg. 33’ 15’’ S.; Long. 160 deg. 56’ 45’’ E.; Var. 179 deg.  E.

It is wonderful to think that two long marches would land us at the Pole.  We left our depot to-day with nine days’ provisions, so that it ought to be a certain thing now, and the only appalling possibility the sight of the Norwegian flag forestalling ours.  Little Bowers continues his indefatigable efforts to get good sights, and it is wonderful how he works them up in his sleeping-bag in our congested tent. (Minimum for night -27.5 deg..) Only 27 miles from the Pole.  We ought to do it now.

Tuesday, January 16.—­Camp 68.  Height 9760.  T. -23.5 deg..  The worst has happened, or nearly the worst.  We marched well in the morning and covered 7 1/2 miles.  Noon sight showed us in Lat. 89 deg. 42’ S., and we started off in high spirits in the afternoon, feeling that to-morrow would see us at our destination.  About the second hour of the March Bowers’ sharp eyes detected what he thought was a cairn; he was uneasy about it, but argued that it must be a sastrugus.  Half an hour later he detected a black speck ahead.  Soon we knew that this could not be a natural snow feature.  We marched on, found that it was a black flag tied to a sledge bearer; near by the remains of a camp; sledge tracks and ski tracks going and coming and the clear trace of dogs’ paws—­many dogs.  This told us the whole story.  The Norwegians have forestalled us and are first at the Pole.  It is a terrible disappointment, and I am very sorry for my loyal companions.  Many thoughts come and much discussion have we had.  To-morrow we must march on to the Pole and then hasten home with all the speed we can compass.  All the day dreams must go; it will be a wearisome return.  We are descending in altitude—­certainly also the Norwegians found an easy way up.

Wednesday, January 17.—­Camp 69.  T. -22 deg. at start.  Night -21 deg..  The Pole.  Yes, but under very different circumstances from those expected.  We have had a horrible day—­add to our disappointment a head wind 4 to 5, with a temperature -22 deg., and companions labouring on with cold feet and hands.

We started at 7.30, none of us having slept much after the shock of our discovery.  We followed the Norwegian sledge tracks for some way; as far as we make out there are only two men.  In about three miles we passed two small cairns.  Then the weather overcast, and the tracks being increasingly drifted up and obviously going too far to the west, we decided to make straight for the Pole according to our calculations.  At 12.30 Evans had such cold hands we camped for lunch—­an excellent ‘week-end one.’  We had marched 7.4 miles.  Lat. sight gave 89 deg. 53’ 37’’.  We started out and did 6 1/2 miles due south.  To-night little Bowers is laying himself out to get sights in terrible difficult circumstances; the wind is blowing hard, T. -21 deg., and there is