separated by open water and a lot of drifting ice from the edge of the fast Barrier ice.  We could see with our glasses that they were running the ponies and sledges over as quickly as possible from floe to floe whenever they could, trying to draw nearer to the safe Barrier ice again.  The whole Strait was now open water to the N. of Cape Armitage, with the frost smoke rising everywhere from it, and full of pieces of floating ice, all going up N. to Ross Sea.

March 1. Ash Wednesday.  The question for us was whether we could do anything to help them.  There was no boat anywhere and there was no one to consult with, for everyone was on the floating floe as we believed, except Teddie Evans, Forde, and Keohane, who with one pony were on their way back from Corner Camp.  So we searched the Barrier for signs of their tent and then saw that there was a tent at Safety Camp, which meant evidently to us that they had returned.  The obvious thing was to join up with them and go round to where the pony party was adrift, and see if we could help them to reach the safe ice.  So without waiting for breakfast we went off six miles to this tent.  We couldn’t go now by the Gap, for the ice by which we had reached land yesterday was now broken up in every direction and all on the move up the Strait.  We had no choice now but to cross up by Crater Hill and down by Pram Point and over the pressure ridges and so on to the Barrier and off to Safety Camp.  We couldn’t possibly take a dog sledge this way, so we walked, taking the Alpine rope to cross the pressure ridges, which are full of crevasses.

We got to this tent soon after noon and were astonished to find that not Teddie Evans and his two seamen were here, but that Scott and Oates and Gran were in it and no pony with them.  Teddie Evans was still on his way back from Corner Camp and had not arrived.  It was now for the first time that we understood how the accident had happened.  When we had left Safety Camp yesterday with the dogs, the ponies began their march to follow us, but one of the ponies was so weak after the last blizzard and so obviously about to die that Bowers, Cherry-Garrard, and Crean were sent on with the four capable ponies, while Scott, Oates, and Gran remained at Safety Camp till the sick pony died, which happened apparently that night.  He was dead and buried when we got there.  We found that Scott had that morning seen the open water up to the Barrier edge and had been in a dreadful state of mind, thinking that Meares and I, as well as the whole pony party, had gone out into the Strait on floating ice.  He was therefore much relieved when we arrived and he learned for the first time where the pony party was trying to get to fast ice again.  We were now given some food, which we badly wanted, and while we were eating we saw in the far distance a single man coming hurriedly along the edge of the Barrier ice from the direction of the catastrophe party and towards our camp.  Gran went off on ski to