muddle that takes much patience to unravel, not to mention care lest the whole team should get away with the sledge and its load and leave one behind to follow on foot at leisure.  I never did get left the whole of this depot journey, but I was often very near it and several times had only time to seize a strap or a part of the sledge and be dragged along helter-skelter over everything that came in the way till the team got sick of galloping and one could struggle to one’s feet again.  One gets very wary and wide awake when one has to manage a team of eleven dogs and a sledge load by oneself, but it was a most interesting experience, and I had a delightful leader, ‘Stareek’ by name—­Russian for ‘Old Man,’ and he was the most wise old man.  We have to use Russian terms with all our dogs.  ‘Ki Ki’ means go to the right, ‘Chui’ means go to the left, ‘Esh to’ means lie down—­and the remainder are mostly swear words which mean everything else which one has to say to a dog team.  Dog driving like this in the orthodox manner is a very different thing to the beastly dog driving we perpetrated in the Discovery days.  I got to love all my team and they got to know me well, and my old leader even now, six months after I have had anything to do with him, never fails to come and speak to me whenever he sees me, and he knows me and my voice ever so far off.  He is quite a ridiculous ‘old man’ and quite the nicest, quietest, cleverest old dog I have ever come across.  He looks in face as if he knew all the wickedness of all the world and all its cares and as if he were bored to death by them. [Dr. Wilson’s Journal.]

Note 13, p. 111.—­February 15.  There were also innumerable subsidences of the surface—­the breaking of crusts over air spaces under them, large areas of dropping 1/4 inch or so with a hushing sort of noise or muffled report.—­My leader Stareek, the nicest and wisest old dog in both teams, thought there was a rabbit under the crust every time one gave way close by him and he would jump sideways with both feet on the spot and his nose in the snow.  The action was like a flash and never checked the team—­it was most amusing.  I have another funny little dog, Mukaka, small but very game and a good worker.  He is paired with a fat, lazy and very greedy black dog, Nugis by name, and in every march this sprightly little Mukaka will once or twice notice that Nugis is not pulling and will jump over the trace, bite Nugis like a snap, and be back again in his own place before the fat dog knows what has happened. [Dr. Wilson’s Journal.]

Note 13_a_, p. 125.—­Taking up the story from the point where eleven of the thirteen dogs had been brought to the surface, Mr. Cherry-Garrard’s Diary records: 

This left the two at the bottom.  Scott had several times wanted to go down.  Bill said to me that he hoped he wouldn’t, but now he insisted.  We found the Alpine rope would reach, and then lowered Scott down to the platform, sixty feet below.  I thought it very plucky.  We then hauled the two dogs up on the rope, leaving Scott below.  Scott said the dogs were very glad to see him; they had curled up asleep—­it was wonderful they had no bones broken.