Sunday, February 5.—­Corner Camp, No. 6.  The blizzard descended on us at about 4 P.M. yesterday; for twenty-four hours it continued with moderate wind, then the wind shifting slightly to the west came with much greater violence.  Now it is blowing very hard and our small frail tent is being well tested.  One imagines it cannot continue long as at present, but remembers our proximity to Cape Crozier and the length of the blizzards recorded in that region.  As usual we sleep and eat, conversing as cheerfully as may be in the intervals.  There is scant news of our small outside world—­only a report of comfort and a rumour that Bowers’ pony has eaten one of its putties!!

11 P.M.—­Still blowing hard—­a real blizzard now with dusty, floury drift—­two minutes in the open makes a white figure.  What a wonderful shelter our little tent affords!  We have just had an excellent meal, a quiet pipe, and fireside conversation within, almost forgetful for the time of the howling tempest without;—­now, as we lie in our bags warm and comfortable, one can scarcely realise that ‘hell’ is on the other side of the thin sheet of canvas that protects us.

Monday, February 6.—­Corner Camp, No. 6. 6 P.M.  The wind increased in the night.  It has been blowing very hard all day.  No fun to be out of the tent—­but there are no shirkers with us.  Oates has been out regularly to feed the ponies; Meares and Wilson to attend to the dogs—­the rest of us as occasion required.  The ponies are fairly comfortable, though one sees now what great improvements could be made to the horse clothes.  The dogs ought to be quite happy.  They are curled snugly under the snow and at meal times issue from steaming warm holes.  The temperature is high, luckily.  We are comfortable enough in the tent, but it is terribly trying to the patience—­over fifty hours already and no sign of the end.  The drifts about the camp are very deep—­some of the sledges almost covered.  It is the old story, eat and sleep, sleep and eat—­and it’s surprising how much sleep can be put in.

Tuesday, February 7, 5 P.M.—­Corner Camp, No. 6.  The wind kept on through the night, commencing to lull at 8 A.M.  At 10 A.M. one could see an arch of clear sky to the S.W. and W., White Island, the Bluff, and the Western Mountains clearly defined.  The wind had fallen very light and we were able to do some camp work, digging out sledges and making the ponies more comfortable.  At 11 a low dark cloud crept over the southern horizon and there could be no doubt the wind was coming upon us again.  At 1 P.M. the drift was all about us once more and the sun obscured.  One began to feel that fortune was altogether too hard on us—­but now as I write the wind has fallen again to a gentle breeze, the sun is bright, and the whole southern horizon clear.  A good sign is the freedom of the Bluff from cloud.  One feels that we ought to have a little respite for the next week, and now we must do everything possible to tend and protect our ponies.  All looks promising for the night march.