“Sunday, July 14. A blizzard during the night, and after breakfast it was drifting a lot.  While we were having service some of the men went over the camp to get ice for water.  The sea-ice had been blown out of North Bay, and the men supposed that the sea was open, and would look black, but Crean tells me that they nearly walked over the ice-foot, and, when it cleared later, we saw the sea as white as the ice-foot itself.  A strip of ice which was lying out in the Bay last night must have been brought in by the tide, even against a wind of some forty miles an hour.  This shows what an influence the tides and currents have in comparison with the winds, for just at this time we are having very big tides.  It was blowing and drifting all the morning, and the tide was flowing in, pressing the ice in under the ice-foot to such an extent that later it remained there, though the tide was ebbing and a strong southerly was blowing."[282] Incidentally the bergs which were grounded in our neighbourhood were shifted and broken about considerably by these high winds:  also the meteorological screen placed on the Ramp the year before was broken from its upright, which had snapped in the middle, and must have been taken up into the air and so out to sea, for there was no trace of it to be found:  Wright lost two doors placed over the entrance to the magnetic cave:  when he lifted them they were taken out of his hands by the wind, and disappeared into the air and were never seen again.

[Illustration:  NORTH BAY AND THE BARNE GLACIER]

So ready was the sea to freeze that there can be little doubt that it already contained large numbers of ice crystals, and time and again I have stood upon the ice-foot watching the tongues of the winds licking up the waters as they roared their way out to sea.  Then, with no warning, there would come, suddenly and completely, a lull.  And there would be a film of ice, covering the surface of the sea, come so quickly that all you could say was that it was not there before and it was there now.  And then down would come the wind again and it was gone.  Once when the winter had gone and daylight had returned I stood upon the end of the cape, the air all calm around me, and there, half-a-mile away, a full blizzard was blowing:  the islands, and even the berg between Inaccessible Island and the cape, were totally obscured in the thickest drift:  the top of the drift, which was very distinct, thinned to show dimly the crest of Inaccessible Island:  Turk’s Head was visible and Erebus quite clear.  In fact I was just on the edge of a thick blizzard, blowing down the Strait, the side showing as a perpendicular wall about 500 feet high and travelling, I should say, about 40 miles an hour.  A roar came out from it of the wind and waves.