It did not matter, except for a routine which we never managed to keep, whether we started to thaw our way into our frozen sleeping-bags at 4 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon.  I think we must have turned in during the afternoon of that Friday, leaving the cooker, our finnesko, a deal of our foot-gear, Bowers’ bag of personal gear, and many other things in the tent.  I expect we left the blubber stove there too, for it was quite useless at present to try and warm the igloo.  The tent floor-cloth was under our sleeping-bags in the igloo.

“Things must improve,” said Bill.  After all there was much for which to be thankful.  I don’t think anybody could have made a better igloo with the hard snow blocks and rocks which were all we had:  we would get it air-tight by degrees.  The blubber stove was working, and we had fuel for it:  we had also found a way down to the penguins and had three complete, though frozen eggs:  the two which had been in my mitts smashed when I fell about because I could not wear spectacles.  Also the twilight given by the sun below the horizon at noon was getting longer.

But already we had been out twice as long in winter as the longest previous journeys in spring.  The men who made those journeys had daylight where we had darkness, they had never had such low temperatures, generally nothing approaching them, and they had seldom worked in such difficult country.  The nearest approach to healthy sleep we had had for nearly a month was when during blizzards the temperature allowed the warmth of our bodies to thaw some of the ice in our clothing and sleeping-bags into water.  The wear and tear on our minds was very great.  We were certainly weaker.  We had a little more than a tin of oil to get back on, and we knew the conditions we had to face on that journey across the Barrier:  even with fresh men and fresh gear it had been almost unendurable.

And so we spent half an hour or more getting into our bags.  Cirrus cloud was moving across the face of the stars from the north, it looked rather hazy and thick to the south, but it is always difficult to judge weather in the dark.  There was little wind and the temperature was in the minus twenties.  We felt no particular uneasiness.  Our tent was well dug in, and was also held down by rocks and the heavy tank off the sledge which were placed on the skirting as additional security.  We felt that no power on earth could move the thick walls of our igloo, nor drag the canvas roof from the middle of the embankment into which it was packed and lashed.

“Things must improve,” said Bill.

I do not know what time it was when I woke up.  It was calm, with that absolute silence which can be so soothing or so terrible as circumstances dictate.  Then there came a sob of wind, and all was still again.  Ten minutes and it was blowing as though the world was having a fit of hysterics.  The earth was torn in pieces:  the indescribable fury and roar of it all cannot be imagined.