“After a meal we started off at 9.30 P.M. in a snowy mist in which we could literally see nothing.  It had fallen calm though, and at last we could see the outline of the nearest of the Dellbridge Islands called the Great Razorback; our course lay for a smaller island ahead called the Little Razorback.  As we neared the Little Razorback Island the snow hid everything; in fact we could hardly see the island itself when we were right under it.  It was impossible to go wandering on, so we had after all to camp on the sea-ice.  There was scarcely any snow to put on the valances of the tents, and the wet salt soaked the bags, and you knew that there was only about six or ten inches of precarious ice between you and the black waters beneath.  Altogether I decided that I for one would lie awake in such an insecure camp.

“As expected the blizzard overtook us shortly after midnight, and the shrieking of the wind among the rocks above might have been pretty unpleasant had it not assured me that we were still close to the island and not moving seaward.  Needless to say, I said that I was sure the camp was as safe as a church.  At daylight Taylor dived out and in until the wind from the door blew out the ice valance and the next moment the tent closed on us like an umbrella.  We would never have spread it again had not some of the drift settled round us, and so we were able to secure it after an hour or two.  The air was full of thick drift, and to work off some of Taylor’s energy I said we might climb the island and look for Cape Evans.

“The island rose up straight from the sea at a sharp angle all round, and we climbed it with difficulty.  On the top we saw the reason of its name, as it was absolutely so sharp right along that you could bestride the top as though sitting in a saddle.  It was too windy sitting up there to be pleasant, so we descended, having seen nothing but clouds of flying snow, and the peak of Inaccessible Island.  At the bottom of the weather side we found a small ledge perfectly flat and just big enough to take two tents pitched close together.  At this place the island made a wind buffer and it was practically calm though the blizzard yelled all round.  I urged Captain Scott to camp on this ledge and Taylor fizzled for making for Cape Evans, so Scott decided to ensure Taylor’s safety, as he put it, and we made for the ledge.  Once there we had an ideal camp on good hard ground and no wind, and had we had food the blizzard might have lasted a week for aught I cared.

[Illustration:  THE HUT, EREBUS AND WHALE-BACK CLOUDS]

“We were two nights there and on the morning of the 13th it took off enough for us to head for home.  We saw Sunny Jim’s [Simpson’s] Observatory on the Hill, but still did not know how the hut had fared till we got round the cape into North Bay.  There was the Winter Station all intact, however, and though North Bay had only just frozen in, it was strong enough to bear us safely.  Somebody