[End of Lashly’s Diary.]

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Crean has told me the story of his walk as follows: 

He started at 10 on Sunday morning and “the surface was good, very good surface indeed,” and he went about sixteen miles before he stopped.  Good clear weather.  He had three biscuits and two sticks of chocolate.  He stopped about five minutes, sitting on the snow, and ate two biscuits and the chocolate, and put one biscuit back in his pocket.  He was quite warm and not sleepy.

He carried on just the same and passed Safety Camp on his right some five hours later, and thinks it was about twelve-thirty on Monday morning that he reached the edge of the Barrier, tired, getting cold in the back and the weather coming on thick.  It was bright behind him but it was coming over the Bluff, and White Island was obscured though he could still see Cape Armitage and Castle Rock.  He slipped a lot on the sea-ice, having several falls on to his back and it was getting thicker all the time.  At the Barrier edge there was a light wind, now it was blowing a strong wind, drifting and snowing.  He made for the Gap and could not get up at first.  To avoid taking a lot out of himself he started to go round Cape Armitage; but soon felt slush coming through his finnesko (he had no crampons) and made back for the Gap.  He climbed up to the left of the Gap and climbed along the side of Observation Hill to avoid the slippery ice.  When he got to the top it was still clear enough to see vaguely the outline of Hut Point, but he could see no sledges nor dogs.  He sat down under the lee of Observation Hill, and finished his biscuit with a bit of ice:  “I was very dry,”—­slid down the side of Observation Hill and thought at this time there was open water below, for he had no goggles on the march and his eyes were strained.  But on getting near the ice-foot he found it was polished sea-ice and made his way round to the hut under the ice-foot.  When he got close he saw the dogs and sledges on the sea-ice, and it was now blowing very hard with drift.  He walked in and found the Doctor and Dimitri inside.  “He gave me a tot first, and then a feed of porridge—­but I couldn’t keep it down:  thats the first time in my life that ever it happened, and it was the brandy that did it.”

FOOTNOTES: 

   [253] See pp. 382, 383, 410, 412.

   [254] My own diary, December 22, 1911.

   [255] My own diary.

   [256] My own diary.

   [257] See p. 412.

   [258] See p. 335.

CHAPTER XIII

SUSPENSE

      All the past we leave behind;
    We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world;
    Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labour and the march,
      Pioneers!  O pioneers!

      We detachments steady throwing,
    Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
    Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the unknown ways,
      Pioneers!  O pioneers!