That is the bare bones of what was without any possible doubt a great shock.  Consider!  These men had been out 21/2 months and were 800 miles from home.  The glacier had been a heavy grind:  the plateau certainly not worse, probably better, than was expected, as far as that place where the Last Return Party left them.  But then, in addition to a high altitude, a head wind, and a temperature which averaged -18.7 deg., came this shower of ice-crystals, turning the surface to sand, especially when the sun was out.  They were living in cirrus clouds, and the extraordinary state seems to have obtained that the surface of the snow was colder when the sun was shining than when clouds checked the radiation from it.  They began to descend.  Things began to go not quite right:  they felt the cold, especially Oates and Evans:  Evans’ hands also were wrong—­ever since the seamen made that new sledge.  The making of that sledge must have been fiercely cold work:  one of the hardest jobs they did.  I am not sure that enough notice has been taken of that.

And then:  “The Norwegians have forestalled us and are first at the Pole.  It is a terrible disappointment, and I am very sorry for my loyal companions.  Many thoughts come and much discussion have we had.  To-morrow we must march on to the Pole and then hasten home with all the speed we can compass.  All the day-dreams must go; it will be a wearisome return.”  “The Pole.  Yes, but under very different circumstances from those expected ... companions labouring on with cold feet and hands....  Evans had such cold hands we camped for lunch ... the wind is blowing hard, T. -21 deg., and there is that curious damp, cold feeling in the air which chills one to the bone in no time....  Great God! this is an awful place...."[309]

This is not a cry of despair.  It is an ejaculation provoked by the ghastly facts.  Even now in January the temperature near the South Pole is about 24 deg. lower than it is during the corresponding month of the year (July) near the North Pole,[310] and if it is like this in mid-summer, what is it like in mid-winter?  At the same time it was, with the exception of the sandy surfaces, what they had looked for, and every detail of organization was working out as well as if not better than had been expected.

Bowers was so busy with the meteorological log and sights which were taken in terribly difficult circumstances that he kept no diary until they started back.  Then he wrote on seven consecutive days, as follows: 

“January 19. A splendid clear morning with a fine S.W. wind blowing.  During breakfast time I sewed a flap attachment on to the hood of my green hat so as to prevent the wind from blowing down my neck on the march.  We got up the mast and sail on the sledge and headed north, picking up Amundsen’s cairn and our outgoing tracks shortly afterwards.  Along these we travelled till we struck the other cairn and finally the black flag where we had made our 58th outward camp.  We then with much relief left all traces of the Norwegians behind us, and headed on our own track till lunch camp, when we had covered eight miles.