fancy to one of our strongest huskies called Krisravitza, which is the Russian (so I’m told) for ‘most beautiful.’  This fancy originated in the fact that to Kris, as the most truculent of our untamed devils, fell a large share of well-deserved punishment.  A living thing in trouble be it dog or man was something to be helped.  Being the smallest man in the party he schemed to have allotted to him the largest pony available both for the Depot and Polar Journeys.  Their exercise, when he succeeded, was a matter for experiment, for his knowledge of horses was as limited as his love of animals was intense.  He started to exercise his second pony (for the first was lost on the floe) by riding him.  “I’ll soon get used to him,” he said one day when Victor had just deposited him in the tide-crack, “to say nothing of his getting used to me,” he added in a more subdued voice.

This was open-air work, and as such more congenial than that which had to be done inside the hut.  But his most important work was indoors, and he brought to it just the same restless enthusiasm which allowed no leisure for reading or relaxation.

He joined as one of the ship’s officers in London.  Given charge of the stores, the way in which he stowed the ship aroused the admiration of even the stevedores, especially when he fell down the main hatch one morning on to the pig-iron below, recovered consciousness in about half a minute, and continued work for the rest of the day as though nothing had happened.

As the voyage out proceeded it became obvious that his knowledge of the stores and undefeatable personality would be of great value to the shore party, and it was decided that he should land, to his great delight.  He was personally responsible for all food supplies, whether for home consumption or for sledging, for all sledging stores and the distribution of weights, the loading of sledges, the consumption of coal, the issue of clothing, bosun’s stores, and carpenter’s stores.  Incidentally the keeper of stores wanted a very exact knowledge of the cases which contained them, for the drifts of snow soon buried them as they lay in the camp outside.

As time proved his capacity Scott left one thing after another in Bowers’ hands.  Scott was a leader of men, and it is a good quality in such to delegate work from themselves on to those who prove their power to shoulder the burden.  Undoubtedly Bowers saved Scott a great deal of work, and gave him time which he might not otherwise have been able to spare to interest himself in the scientific work of the station, greatly to its benefit, and do a good deal of useful writing.  The two ways in which Bowers helped Scott most this winter were in the preparation of the plans and the working out of the weights of the Southern Journey, which shall be discussed later, and in the routine work of the station, for which he was largely responsible, and which ran so smoothly that I am unable to tell the reader how the stores were issued, or the