“After pitching tent Levick and I went over to the hut to forage.  On the way I visited Derrick Point and took a large seven-pound tin of butter while Levick opened up the hut.  It was very dark inside but I pulled the boarding down from the windows so that we could see all right.  It was very funny to see everything lying about just as we had left it, in that last rush to get off in the lull of the blizzard.  On Marston’s bunk was a sixpenny copy of the Story of Bessie Costrell, which some one had evidently read and left open.  Perhaps what brought the old times back again more than anything else was the fact that as I came out of the larder the sleeve of my wind clothes caught the tap of the copper and turned it on.  When I heard the drip of the water I turned instinctively and turned the tap off, almost expecting to hear Bobs’ raucous voice cursing me for my clumsiness.  Perhaps what strikes one more forcibly than anything else is the fact that nothing has been disturbed.  On the table was the remains of a batch of bread that Bobs had cooked for us and that was only partially consumed before the Nimrod called for us.  Some of the rolls showed the impression of bites given to them in 1909.  All round the bread were the sauces, pickles, pepper and salt of our usual standing lunch, and a half-opened tin of gingerbreads was a witness to the dryness of the climate for they were still crisp as the day they were opened.

“In the cubicle near the larder were the loose tins that poor Armytage and myself had collected from all round the hut before we left.

“On the shelves of my cubicle are still stacked the magazines and paper brought down by the relief ship.  Nothing is changed at all except the company.  It is almost dismal.  I expect to see people come in through the door after a walk over the surrounding hills.

“We had not much time to look round us; for Campbell was cooking in the tent, so we slung a few tins of jam, a plum-pudding, some tea, and gingerbreads into a sack, and returned to camp.  By this time it was snowing heavily and continued to do so after dinner so that we turned in immediately (1.30 P.M.) and went off to sleep.  One thing worth mentioning is that on several of the drifts are well-defined hoof marks, some of them looking so new that we could have sworn that they had been made this year.

“The Old Sport [Levick] gave us a start by suddenly announcing that he could see a ship quite close, and for some time we were on tenterhooks, but his ship proved to be the Terra Nova ice-anchored off the Skuary.

“The whole place is very eerie, there is such a feeling of life about it.  Not only do I feel it but the others do also.  Last night after I turned in I could have sworn that I heard people shouting to each other.