“It was a very anxious business when we started after lunch, about 4.30.  Could we pull our full loads or not?  My own party got away first, and, to my joy, I found we could make fairly good headway.  Every now and again the sledge sank in a soft patch, which brought us up, but we learned to treat such occasions with patience.  We got sideways to the sledge and hauled it out, Evans (P.O.) getting out of his ski to get better purchase.  The great thing is to keep the sledge moving, and for an hour or more there were dozens of critical moments when it all but stopped, and not a few when it brought up altogether.  The latter were very trying and tiring."[225] Altogether it was an encouraging day and we reckoned we had made seven miles.  Generally it was not Scott’s team which made the heaviest weather these days but on December 12 they were in greater difficulties than any of us.  It was indeed a gruelling day, for the surface was worse than ever and many men were snow-blind.  After five hours’ work in the morning we were about half a mile forward.  We were in a sea of pressure, the waves coming at us from our starboard bow, the distance between the crests not being very great.  We could not have advanced at all had it not been for our ski:  “on foot one sinks to the knees, and if pulling on a sledge to half way between knee and thigh."[226]

On December 13, “the sledges sank in over twelve inches, and all the gear, as well as the thwartship pieces, were acting as breaks.  The tugs and heaves we enjoyed, and the number of times we had to get out of our ski to upright the sledge, were trifles compared with the strenuous exertion of every muscle and nerve to keep the wretched drag from stopping when once under weigh; and then it would stick, and all the starting operations had to be gone through afresh.  We did perhaps half a mile in the forenoon.  Anticipating a better surface in the afternoon we got a shock.  Teddy [Evans] led off half an hour earlier to pilot a way, and Captain Scott tried some fake with his spare runners [he lashed them under the sledge to prevent the cross-pieces ploughing the snow] that involved about an hour’s work.  We had to continually turn our runners up to scrape the ice off them, for in these temperatures they are liable to get warm and melt the snow on them, and that freezes into knobs of ice which act like sandpaper or spikes on a pair of skates.  We bust off second full of hope having done so well in the forenoon, but pride goeth [before a fall].  We stuck ten yards from the camp, and nine hours later found us little more than half a mile on.  I have never seen a sledge sink so.  I have never pulled so hard, or so nearly crushed my inside into my backbone by the everlasting jerking with all my strength on the canvas band round my unfortunate tummy.  We were all in the same boat however.