Scott was getting alarmed about Evans, who “has dislodged two finger-nails to-night; his hands are really bad, and, to my surprise, he shows signs of losing heart over it.  He hasn’t been cheerful since the accident."[321] “The party is not improving in condition, especially Evans, who is becoming rather dull and incapable.”  “Evans’ nose is almost as bad as his fingers.  He is a good deal crocked up."[322]

Bowers’ diary, quoted above, finished on January 25, on which day they picked up their One and a Half Degree Depot.  “I shall sleep much better with our provision bag full again,” wrote Scott that night.  “Bowers got another rating sight to-night—­it was wonderful how he managed to observe in such a horribly cold wind.”  They marched 16 miles the next day, but got off the outward track, which was crooked.  On January 27 they did 14 miles on a “very bad surface of deep-cut sastrugi all day, until late in the afternoon when we began to get out of them."[323] “By Jove, this is tremendous labour,” said Scott.

They were getting into the better surfaces again:  15.7 miles for January 28, “a fine day and a good march on very decent surface."[324] On January 29 Bowers wrote his last full day’s diary:  “Our record march to-day.  With a good breeze and improving surface we were soon in among the double tracks where the supporting party left us.  Then we picked up the memorable camp where I transferred to the advance party.  How glad I was to change over.  The camp was much drifted up and immense sastrugi were everywhere, S.S.E. in direction and S.E.  We did 10.4 miles before lunch.  I was breaking back on sledge and controlling; it was beastly cold and my hands were perished.  In the afternoon I put on my dogskin mitts and was far more comfortable.  A stiff breeze with drift continues:  temperature -25 deg..  Thank God our days of having to face it are over.  We completed 19.5 miles [22 statute] this evening, and so are only 29 miles from our precious [Three Degree] Depot.  It will be bad luck indeed if we do not get there in a march and a half anyhow."[325]

Nineteen miles again on January 30, but during the previous day’s march Wilson had strained a tendon in his leg.  “I got a nasty bruise on the Tib[ialis] ant[icus] which gave me great pain all the afternoon.”  “My left leg exceedingly painful all day, so I gave Birdie my ski and hobbled alongside the sledge on foot.  The whole of the Tibialis anticus is swollen and tight, and full of teno synovitis, and the skin red and oedematous over the shin.  But we made a very fine march with the help of a brisk breeze.”  January 31:  “Again walking by the sledge with swollen leg but not nearly so painful.  We had 5.8 miles to go to reach our Three Degree Depot.  Picked this up with a week’s provision and a line from Evans, and then for lunch an extra biscuit each, making 4 for lunch and 1/10 whack of butter extra as well.  Afternoon we passed cairn where Birdie’s ski had been left.  These we picked up and came on