Our cove lay a little inside the southern headland of King Haakon Bay.  A narrow break in the cliffs, which were about a hundred feet high at this point, formed the entrance to the cove.  The cliffs continued inside the cove on each side and merged into a hill which descended at a steep slope to the boulder beach.  The slope, which carried tussock-grass, was not continuous.  It eased at two points into little peaty swamp terraces dotted with frozen pools and drained by two small streams.  Our cave was a recess in the cliff on the left-hand end of the beach.  The rocky face of the cliff was undercut at this point, and the shingle thrown up by the waves formed a steep slope, which we reduced to about one in six by scraping the stones away from the inside.  Later we strewed the rough floor with the dead, nearly dry underleaves of the tussock-grass, so as to form a slightly soft bed for our sleeping-bags.  Water had trickled down the face of the cliff and formed long icicles, which hung down in front of the cave to the length of about fifteen feet.  These icicles provided shelter, and when we had spread our sails below them, with the assistance of oars, we had quarters that, in the circumstances, had to be regarded as reasonably comfortable.  The camp at least was dry, and we moved our gear there with confidence.  We built a fireplace and arranged our sleeping-bags and blankets around it.  The cave was about 8 ft. deep and 12 ft. wide at the entrance.

While the camp was being arranged Crean and I climbed the tussock slope behind the beach and reached the top of a headland overlooking the sound.  There we found the nests of albatrosses, and, much to our delight, the nests contained young birds.  The fledgelings were fat and lusty, and we had no hesitation about deciding that they were destined to die at an early age.  Our most pressing anxiety at this stage was a shortage of fuel for the cooker.  We had rations for ten more days, and we knew now that we could get birds for food; but if we were to have hot meals we must secure fuel.  The store of petroleum carried in the boat was running very low, and it seemed necessary to keep some quantity for use on the overland journey that lay ahead of us.  A sea-elephant or a seal would have provided fuel as well as food, but we could see none in the neighbourhood.  During the morning we started a fire in the cave with wood from the top-sides of the boat, and though the dense smoke from the damp sticks inflamed our tired eyes, the warmth and the prospect of hot food were ample compensation.  Crean was cook that day, and I suggested to him that he should wear his goggles, which he happened to have brought with him.  The goggles helped him a great deal as he bent over the fire and tended the stew.  And what a stew it was!  The young albatrosses weighed about fourteen pounds each fresh killed, and we estimated that they weighed at least six pounds each when cleaned and dressed for the pot.  Four birds went into the