“March 15.—­The air temperature this morning was -35° Fahr.  Last night was one of the worst I have ever experienced.  To cap everything, I developed toothache, presumably as a result of frost-bitten cheek.  I was in positive agony.  I groaned and moaned, got the medicine-chest, but could find nothing there to stop the pain.  Joyce, who had wakened up, suggested methylated spirit, so I damped some cotton-wool, then placed it in the tooth, with the result that I burnt the inside of my mouth.  All this time my fingers, being exposed (it must have been at least 50° below zero), were continually having to be brought back.  After putting on the methylated spirit I went back to the bag, which, of course, was frozen stiff.  I wriggled and moaned till morning brought relief by enabling me to turn out.  Joyce and Wild both had a bad night, their feet giving them trouble.  My feet do not affect me so much as theirs.  The skin has peeled off the inside of my mouth, exposing a raw sore, as the result of the methylated spirit.  My tooth is better though.  We have had to reduce our daily ration.  Frost-bites are frequent in consequence.  The surface became very rough in the afternoon, and the light, too, was bad owing to cumulus clouds being massed over the sun.  We are continually falling, for we are unable to distinguish the high and low parts of the sastrugi surface.  We are travelling on our ski.  We camped at 6 p.m. after travelling 6 miles 100 yds.  I am writing this sitting up in the bag.  This is the first occasion I have been able to do thus for some time, for usually the cold has penetrated through everything should one have the bag open.  The temperature is a little higher to-night, but still it is -21° Fahr. (53° of frost).  Our matches, among other things, are running short, and we have given up using any except for lighting the Primus.”

The party found the light bad again the next day.  After stumbling on ski among the sastrugi for two hours, the men discarded the ski and made better progress; but they still had many falls, owing to the impossibility of distinguishing slopes and irregularities in the grey, shadowless surface of the snow.  They made over nine and a half miles that day, and managed to cover ten miles on the following day, March 18, one of the best marches of the journey.  “I look forward to seeing the ship.  All of us bear marks of our tramp.  Wild takes first place.  His nose is a picture for Punch to be jealous of; his ears, too, are sore, and one big toe is a black sore.  Joyce has a good nose and many minor sores.  My jaw is swollen from the frost-bite I got on the cheek, and I also have a bit of nose....  We have discarded the ski, which we hitherto used, and travel in the finneskoe.  This makes the sledge go better but it is not so comfortable travelling as on ski.  We encountered a very high, rough sastrugi surface, most remarkably high, and had a cold breeze in our faces during the march.  Our