Poodle—­killed during gale outward in ship. 
   Mannike Rabchick (Little Grouse)—­died from fall into crevasse. 
   Vashka—­died suddenly, cause unknown. 
   Sera Uki (Gray Ears)—­died after cramp and paralysis of hind legs. 
   Seri do. do. 
   Deek do. do. 
   Stareek (Old Man)—­sent back with first supporting party. 
   Deek the Wild One. 
   Brodiaga (Robber). 
   Biele Glas (White Eye). 
   Wolk (Wolf). 
   Mannike Noogis (Little Leader). 
   Kesoi (One Eye). 
   Julik (Scamp). 
   Tresor (Treasure). 
   Vida. 
   Kumugai. 
   Biela Noogis (White Leader). 
   Hohol (Little Russian). 
   Krisraviza (Beauty). 
   Lappe Uki (Lap Ears). 
   Petichka (Little Bird). 
   Cigane (Gipsy). 
   Giliak (Indian). 
   Osman. 
   Seri (Gray). 
   Sukoi (Lean). 
   Borup. 
   Rabchick (Grouse). 
   Ostre Nos (Long Nose). 
   Makaka (Monkey). 
   Chorne Stareek (Black Old Man). 
   Peary.

Note.—­Borup and Peary were from the American North Polar Expedition puppies.  Borup was used in Dimitri’s dog team which got right on to the Beardmore Glacier, but Peary was never any use except for the other dogs to sharpen their teeth on.  He was a regular pariah.

Apart from the sledge dogs, we had a bitch called Lassie for breeding purposes, but she was a rotten dog and killed her puppies, so we might as well have left her in New Zealand, where we got her.

The dogs came through the winter very well, and during blizzards they merely coiled themselves up into round balls of fur and let the snow drift over them.  Meares and Dimitri kept a very watchful eye over the dog teams, and protected them against the prevailing winds with substantial snow-shelters, always taking the weaker or sick animals into the annexe where Birdie kept his stores, or else into the small dog hospital, which was made by Dimitri and perfected by Meares.

The sun returned to us on the 22nd August.  We were denied a sight of it owing to bad weather, for on the 22nd and 23rd August we had a blizzard with very heavy snowfall, and the drift was so great that, when it became necessary to leave the hut for any purpose, the densely packed flakes almost stifled us.  We hoped to see the sun at noon on the 23rd when it was denied us on the previous day, but no such luck, the sun’s return was heralded by one of our worst blizzards, which continued with very occasional lulls until August 26, when we actually saw the sun, just a bit of it.  I saw the upper limb from out on the sea ice, and Sunny Jim at the same time got a sight of it from his observatory hill.  How glad we were.  We drank champagne to honour the sun, people made poetry concerning it, some of which—­Birdie Bowers’s lines—­found their way eventually into the “South Polar Times.”  The animals went half dotty over it, frisking, kicking, and breaking away even from their leaders; they seemed to understand so well, these little ponies, that the worst part of the winter was gone—­poor ponies!  Long before the sun again disappeared below the northern horizon the ponies were no more.