First we pulled the sledge off the crevasse, and drove the tethering peg and driving stick through the cross pieces to hold it firm.  Scott and Meares then tried to pull up the rope from Osman’s end, while we hung on to the sledge to prevent it slipping down the crevasse.  They could not move it an inch.  We then put the strain as much as possible on to a peg.  Meanwhile two dogs had fallen out of their harness into the crevasse and could be seen lying on a snow-ledge some 65 feet down.  Later they curled up and went to sleep.  Another dog as he hung managed to get some purchase for his feet on the side of the crevasse, and a free fight took place among several more of them, as they dangled, those that hung highest using the backs of those under them to get a purchase.

“It takes one a little time,” wrote Scott, “to make plans under such sudden circumstances, and for some minutes our efforts were rather futile.  We could not get an inch on the main trace of the sledge or on the leading rope, which was binding Osman to the snow with a throttling pressure.  Then thought became clearer.  We unloaded our sledge, putting in safety our sleeping-bags with the tent and cooker.  Choking sounds from Osman made it clear that the pressure on him must soon be relieved.  I seized the lashing off Meares’ sleeping-bag, passed the tent poles across the crevasse, and with Meares managed to get a few inches on the leading line; this freed Osman, whose harness was immediately cut.

“Then securing the Alpine rope to the main trace we tried to haul up together.  One dog came up and was unlashed, but by this time the rope had cut so far back at the edge that it was useless to attempt to get more of it.  But we could now unbend the sledge, and do that for which we should have aimed from the first, namely, run the sledge across the gap and work from it.  We managed to do this, our fingers constantly numbed.  Wilson held on to the anchored trace whilst the rest of us laboured at the leader end.  The leading rope was very small and I was fearful of its breaking, so Meares was lowered down a foot or two to secure the Alpine rope to the leading end of the trace; this done, the work of rescue proceeded in better order.  Two by two we hauled the animals up to the sledge and one by one cut them out of their harness.  Strangely the last dogs were the most difficult, as they were close under the lip of the gap, bound in by the snow-covered rope.  Finally, with a gasp we got the last poor creature on to firm snow.  We had recovered eleven of the thirteen."[117]

The dogs had been dangling for over an hour, and some of them showed signs of internal injuries.  Meanwhile the two remaining dogs were lying down the crevasse on a snow-ledge.  Scott proposed going down on the Alpine rope to get them; all his instincts of kindness were aroused, as well as the thought of the loss of two of the team.  Wilson thought it was a mad idea and very dangerous, and said so, asking however whether he might not go down instead of Scott if anybody had to go.  Scott insisted, and we paid down the 90-foot Alpine rope to test the distance.  The ledge was about 65 feet below.  We lowered Scott, who stood on the ledge while we hauled up the two dogs in turn.  They were glad to see him, and little wonder!