March 3.  Spent the day in transferring dogs in couples from the Gap to the hut.  In the afternoon Teddie Evans and Atkinson turned up from over the hills, having returned from their Corner Camp journey with one horse and two seamen, all of which they had left encamped at Castle Rock, three miles off on the hills.  They naturally expected to find Scott here and everyone else and had heard nothing of the pony party going adrift, but having found only open water ahead of them they turned back and came to land by Castle Rock slopes.  We fed them and I walked half-way back to Castle Rock with them.

March 4.  Meares, Gran, and I walked up Ski Slope towards Castle Rock to meet Evans’s party and pilot them and the dogs safely to Hut Point, but half-way we met Atkinson, who told us that they had now been joined by Scott and all the catastrophe party, who were safe, but who had lost all the ponies except one—­a great blow.  However, no lives were lost and the sledge loads and stores were saved, so Meares and I returned to Hut Point to make stables for the only two ponies that now remained, both in wretched condition, of the eight with which we started. [Dr. Wilson’s Journal.]

Note 15, p. 140.—­March 12.  Thawed out some old magazines and picture papers which were left here by the Discovery, and gave us very good reading. [Dr. Wilson’s Journal.]

Note 16, p. 151.—­April 4.  Fun over a fry I made in my new penquin lard.  It was quite a success and tasted like very bad sardine oil. [Dr. Wilson’s Journal.]

Note 17, p. 169.—­’Voyage of the Discovery,’ chap. ix.  ’The question of the moment is, what has become of our boats?’ Early in the winter they were hoisted out to give more room for the awning, and were placed in a line about one hundred yards from the ice foot on the sea ice.  The earliest gale drifted them up nearly gunwale high, and thus for two months they remained in sight whilst we congratulated ourselves on their security.  The last gale brought more snow, and piling it in drifts at various places in the bay, chose to be specially generous with it in the neighbourhood of our boats, so that afterwards they were found to be buried three or four feet beneath the new surface.  Although we had noted with interest the manner in which the extra weight of snow in other places was pressing down the surface of the original ice, and were even taking measurements of the effects thus produced, we remained fatuously blind to the risks our boats ran under such conditions.  It was from no feeling of anxiety, but rather to provide occupation, that I directed that the snow on top of them should be removed, and it was not until we had dug down to the first boat that the true state of affairs dawned on us.  She was found lying in a mass of slushy ice, with which also she was nearly filled.  For the moment we had a wild hope that she could be pulled