‘tombstone’ ice and to make our way to an inviting spot to the northward of the cape we used to call ‘the Skuary.’  I favoured the latter course, and on discussion we found it obviously the best, so we turned back close around Inaccessible Island and steered for the fast ice off the Cape at full speed.  After piercing a small fringe of thin ice at the edge of the fast floe the ship’s stem struck heavily on hard bay ice about a mile and a half from the shore.  Here was a road to the Cape and a solid wharf on which to land our stores.  We made fast with ice-anchors."[91]

Scott, Wilson and Evans walked away over the sea-ice, but were soon back.  They reported an excellent site for a hut on a shelving beach on the northern side of the Cape before us, which was henceforward called Cape Evans, after our second in command.  Landing was to begin forthwith.

First came the two big motor sledges which took up so much of our deck space.  In spite of the hundreds of tons of sea-water which had washed over and about them they came out of their big crates looking “as fresh and clean as if they had been packed on the previous day."[92] They were running that same afternoon.

We had a horse-box for the ponies, which came next, but it wanted all Oates’ skill and persuasion to get them into it.  All seventeen of them were soon on the floe, rolling and kicking with joy, and thence they were led across to the beach where they were carefully picketed to a rope run over a snow slope where they could not eat sand.  Shackleton lost four out of eight ponies within a month of his arrival.  His ponies were picketed on rubbly ground at Cape Royds, and ate the sand for the salt flavour it possessed.  The fourth pony died from eating shavings in which chemicals had been packed.  This does not mean that they were hungry, merely that these Manchurian ponies eat the first thing that comes in their way, whether it be a bit of sugar or a bit of Erebus.

Meanwhile the dog-teams were running light loads between the ship and the shore.  “The great trouble with them has been due to the fatuous conduct of the penguins.  Groups of these have been constantly leaping on to our floe.  From the moment of landing on their feet their whole attitude expressed devouring curiosity and a pig-headed disregard for their own safety.  They waddle forward, poking their heads to and fro in their usually absurd way, in spite of a string of howling dogs straining to get at them.  ‘Hulloa!’ they seem to say, ’here’s a game—­what do all you ridiculous things want?’ And they come a few steps nearer.  The dogs make a rush as far as their harness or leashes allow.  The penguins are not daunted in the least, but their ruffs go up and they squawk with semblance of anger, for all the world as though they were rebutting a rude stranger—­their attitude might be imagined to convey, ’Oh, that’s the sort of animal you are; well, you’ve come to the wrong place—­we aren’t going to be bluffed and bounced by you,’ and then the final fatal steps forward are taken and they come within reach.  There is a spring, a squawk, a horrid red patch on the snow, and the incident is closed."[93]