Bowers was all right (this was usual with him), but he did not eat all his extra pemmican.  Bill could not eat all his extra butter, but was satisfied.  I got hungry, certainly got more frost-bitten than the others, and wanted more fat.  I also got heartburn.  However, before taking more fat I increased my biscuits to 24 oz., but this did not satisfy me; I wanted fat.  Bill and I now took the same diet, he giving me 4 oz. of butter which he could not eat, and I giving him 4 oz. of biscuit which did not satisfy my wants.  We both therefore had 12 oz. pemmican, 16 oz biscuit and 4 oz. butter a day, but we did not always finish our butter.  This is an extremely good ration, and we had enough to eat during most of this journey.  We certainly could not have faced the conditions without.

I will not say that I was entirely easy in my mind as we lay out that blizzard somewhere off Terror Point; I don’t know how the others were feeling.  The unearthly banging going on underneath us may have had something to do with it.  But we were quite lost in the pressure and it might be the deuce and all to get out in the dark.  The wind eddied and swirled quite out of its usual straightforward way, and the tent got badly snowed up:  our sledge had disappeared long ago.  The position was not altogether a comfortable one.

Tuesday night and Wednesday it blew up to force 10, temperature from -7 deg. to +2 deg..  And then it began to modify and get squally.  By 3 A.M. on Thursday (July 13) the wind had nearly ceased, the temperature was falling and the stars were shining through detached clouds.  We were soon getting our breakfast, which always consisted of tea, followed by pemmican.  We soaked our biscuits in both.  Then we set to work to dig out the sledges and tent, a big job taking several hours.  At last we got started.  In that jerky way in which I was still managing to jot a few sentences down each night as a record, I wrote: 

“Did 71/2 miles during day—­seems a marvellous run—­rose and fell over several ridges of Terror—­in afternoon suddenly came on huge crevasse on one of these—­we were quite high on Terror—­moon saved us walking in—­it might have taken sledge and all.”

To do seven miles in a day, a distance which had taken us nearly a week in the past, was very heartening.  The temperature was between -20 deg. and -30 deg. all day, and that was good too.  When crossing the undulations which ran down out of the mountain into the true pressure ridges on our right we found that the wind which came down off the mountain struck along the top of the undulation, and flowing each way, caused a N.E. breeze on one side and a N.W. breeze on the other.  There seemed to be wind in the sky, and the blizzard had not cleared as far away as we should have wished.