The Worst Journey in the World eBook

Apsley Cherry-Garrard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 876 pages of information about The Worst Journey in the World.

The Worst Journey in the World eBook

Apsley Cherry-Garrard
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 876 pages of information about The Worst Journey in the World.

To-day Mr. Evans seems a bit better and more cheerful, the rest will do him good and assist in getting a little strength.  We have been wondering when relief will reach us, but we cannot expect it for at least a day or two yet at the earliest.  It was very thick this morning and also very cold.  The temperature is dropping rapidly.  Our tent was all covered in frost rime to-day, a sure sign of colder weather.  It was very thick this morning but cleared as the day advanced, but we could not see Hut Point.  I wonder if poor old Tom reached alright.  We have very little food now except biscuit, but oil is better.  We have got 1/2 gallon and if relief dont come for some time we shall be able to have hot water when all other things are gone.  I have thought out a plan for the future, in case of no relief coming, but of course we took all things into consideration in case of failure, but we must hope for the best.  Of course I know it is no use thinking of Mr. Evans being able to move any further as he cant stand at all, the only thing is, we may have missed the dogs, if so there is still a chance of someone being at Hut Point.  I am cold now and cannot write more to-night.  We lose the sun at midnight now.  If all had went well we should have been home by now.

    20th February 1912.

Tuesday not a nice day.  A low drift all the morning and increased to a blizzard at times.  Have had to remain in the tent all day to try and keep warm.  Have not got much food except biscuits.  Mr. Evans is about the same but quite cheerful.  We have had whole journey over and over:  it have passed these three days away.  We have wondered how they are getting on behind us; we have worked it out and they ought to be on the Barrier now, with anything of luck.  We have been gambling on the condition of the ice and the possibility of the open water at Hut Point at any time now, and also about what news of home, although home is one of the foremost thoughts we hardly ever mention it, only what we are going to have to eat when we do arrive there.  I think we have got everything that is good down on our list.  Of course New Zealand have got to be answerable for a good deal:  plenty of apples we are going to have and some nice home-made cake, not too rich, as we think we can eat more.  I wonder if the mules will have arrived, as I am to look after them till Capt.  Oates returns, as Anton will be gone home, or at least going soon.  We shall have to hurry up as the ship is to leave again on the 2nd of March, as it is not safe to remain longer in these regions.  I am now too cold to write, and I dont seem settled at all and the weather is still pretty bad outside, so we are not going to look for anything to come along to-night.  “Hark!” from us both.  “Yes, it is the dogs near.  Relief at last.  Who is there?” I did not stay to think more before I was outside the tent.  “Yes, sir, it is alright.”  The Doctor and Dimitri.  “How did you see us?” “The flag Lash,”

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