“Scott, instead of blowing me up, was too relieved at our safety to be anything but pleased.  I said:  ‘What about the ponies and the sledges?’ He said:  ’I don’t care a damn about the ponies and sledges.  It’s you I want, and I am going to see you safe here up on the Barrier before I do anything else.’  Cherry and I had got everything ready, so, dragging up two sledges, we dumped the gear off them, and using them as ladders, one down from the berg on to the buffer piece of ice, and the other up to the top of the Barrier, we got up without difficulty.  Captain Scott was so pleased, that I realized the feeling he must have had all day.  He had been blaming himself for our deaths, and here we were very much alive.  He said:  ’My dear chaps, you can’t think how glad I am to see you safe—­Cherry likewise.’

“I was all for saving the beasts and sledges, however, so he let us go back and haul the sledges on to the nearest floe.  We did this one by one and brought the ponies along, while Titus dug down a slope from the Barrier edge in the hope of getting the ponies up it.  Scott knew more about ice than any of us, and realizing the danger we didn’t, still wanted to abandon things.  I fought for my point tooth and nail, and got him to concede one article and then another, and still the ice did not move till we had thrown and hauled up every article on to the Barrier except the two ladders and the ponies.

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“To my intense disappointment at this juncture the ice started to move again.  Titus had been digging down a road in the Barrier edge, and I hoped to dig down a similar slope from the floe, the snow thus shovelled down would go over the blue ice chunk, cover up the slippery ice and level it up.  It would have taken hours, but was the only chance of getting the animals up.  We dug like fury until Captain Scott peremptorily ordered us up.  I ran up on the floe and took the nosebags off the ponies before we got on to the Barrier, and hauled the sledges up.  It was only just in time.  There was the faintest south-easterly air, but, like a black snake, the lane of water stretched between the ponies and ourselves.  It widened almost imperceptibly, 2 feet, 6 feet, 10 feet, 20 feet, and, sick as we were about the ponies, we were glad to be on the safe side of that.

“We dragged the sledges in a little way, and, leaving them, pitched the two tents half a mile farther in, for bits of the Barrier were continually calving.  While supper (it was about 3 A.M.) was being cooked, Scott and I walked down again.  The wind had gone to the east, and all the ice was under weigh.  A lane 70 feet wide extended along the Barrier edge, and Killers were chasing up and down it like racehorses.  Our three unfortunate beasts were some way out, sailing parallel to the Barrier.  We returned, and if ever one could feel miserable I did then.  My feelings were nothing to what poor Captain Scott had had to