The great trouble in the hut was the absence of light.  The canvas walls were covered with blubber-soot, and with the snowdrifts accumulating round the hut its inhabitants were living in a state of perpetual night.  Lamps were fashioned out of sardine-tins, with bits of surgical bandage for wicks; but as the oil consisted of seal-oil rendered down from the blubber, the remaining fibrous tissue being issued very sparingly at lunch, by the by, and being considered a great delicacy, they were more a means of conserving the scanty store of matches than of serving as illuminants.

Wild was the first to overcome this difficulty by sewing into the canvas wall the glass lid of a chronometer box.  Later on three other windows were added, the material in this case being some celluloid panels from a photograph case of mine which I had left behind in a bag.  This enabled the occupants of the floor billets who were near enough to read and sew, which relieved the monotony of the situation considerably.

“Our reading material consisted at this time of two books of poetry, one book of ‘Nordenskjold’s Expedition,’ one or two torn volumes of the ‘Encyclopaedia Britannica,’ and a penny cookery book, owned by Marston.  Our clothes, though never presentable, as they bore the scars of nearly ten months of rough usage, had to be continually patched to keep them together at all.”

As the floor of the hut had been raised by the addition of loads of clean pebbles, from which most of the snow had been removed, during the cold weather it was kept comparatively dry.  When, however, the temperature rose to just above freezing-point, as occasionally happened, the hut became the drainage-pool of all the surrounding hills.  Wild was the first to notice it by remarking one morning that his sleeping-bag was practically afloat.  Other men examined theirs with a like result, so baling operations commenced forthwith.  Stones were removed from the floor and a large hole dug, and in its gloomy depths the water could be seen rapidly rising.  Using a saucepan for a baler, they baled out over 100 gallons of dirty water.  The next day 150 gallons were removed, the men taking it in turns to bale at intervals during the night; 160 more gallons were baled out during the next twenty-four hours, till one man rather pathetically remarked in his diary, “This is what nice, mild, high temperatures mean to us:  no wonder we prefer the cold.”  Eventually, by removing a portion of one wall a long channel was dug nearly down to the sea, completely solving the problem.  Additional precautions were taken by digging away the snow which surrounded the hut after each blizzard, sometimes entirely obscuring it.