Atkinson’s continued absence was not noticed at the hut until dinner was nearly over at 7.15; that is, until he had been absent about two hours.  The wind at Cape Evans had dropped though it was thick all round, and no great anxiety was felt:  some went out and shouted, others went north with a lantern, and Day arranged to light a paraffin flare on Wind Vane Hill.  Atkinson never experienced this lull, and having seen the way blizzards will sweep down the Strait though the coastline is comparatively clear and calm, I can understand how he was in the thick of it all the time.  I feel convinced that most of these blizzards are local affairs.  The party which had gone north returned at 9.30 without news, and Scott became seriously alarmed.  Between 9.30 and 10 six search parties started out.  But time was passing and Atkinson had been away more than six hours.

The light which Atkinson had seen was a flare of tow soaked in petrol lit by Day at Cape Evans.  He corrected his course and before long was under the rock upon which Day could be seen working like some lanky devil in one of Dante’s hells.  Atkinson shouted again and again but could not attract his attention, and finally walked almost into the hut before he was found by two men searching the Cape.  “It was all my own damned fault,” he said, “but Scott never slanged me at all.”  I really think we should all have been as merciful!  Wouldn’t you?

And that was that:  but he had a beastly hand.

Theoretically the sun returned to us on August 23.  Practically there was nothing to be seen except blinding drift.  But we saw his upper limb two days later.  In Scott’s words the daylight came “rushing” at us.  Two spring journeys were contemplated; and with preparations for the Polar Journey, and the ordinary routine work of the station, everybody had as much on his hands as he could get through.

Lieutenant Evans, Gran and Forde volunteered to go out to Corner Camp and dig out this depot as well as that of Safety Camp.  They started on September 9 and camped on the sea-ice beyond Cape Armitage that night, the minimum temperature being -45 deg..  They dug out Safety Camp next morning, and marched on towards Corner Camp.  The minimum that night was -62.3 deg..  The next evening they made their night camp as a blizzard was coming up, the temperature at the same time being -34.5 deg. and minimum for the night -40 deg..  This is an extremely low temperature for a blizzard.  They made a start in a very cold wind the next afternoon (September 12) and camped at 8.30 P.M.  That night was bitterly cold and they found that the minimum showed -73.3 deg. for that night.  Evans reports adversely on the use of the eider-down bag and inner tent, but here none of our Winter Journey men would agree with him.[172] Most of September 13th was spent in digging out Corner Camp which they left at 5 P.M., intending to travel back to Hut Point without stopping except for meals.  They marched all through that night with two halts for meals and arrived at Hut Point at 3 P.M. on September 14, having covered a distance of 34.6 statute miles.  They reached Cape Evans the following day after an absence of 61/2 days.[173]