No march could be made on the 30th, since a blizzard was raging.  The party made 8 miles on the 31st, with Spencer-Smith on one of the sledges in his sleeping-bag.  The sufferer was quite helpless, and had to be lifted and carried about, but his courage did not fail him.  His words were cheerful even when his physical suffering and weakness were most pronounced.  The distance for February 1 was 13 miles.  The next morning the party abandoned one sledge in order to lighten the load, and proceeded with a single sledge, Spencer-Smith lying on top of the stores and gear.  The distance for the day was 15½ miles.  They picked up the 82° S. depot on February 3, and took one week’s provisions, leaving two weeks’ rations for the overland party.  Joyce, Wild, Richards, and Hayward were feeling fit.  Mackintosh was lame and weak; Spencer-Smith’s condition was alarming.  The party was being helped by strong southerly winds, and the distances covered were decidedly good.  The sledge-meter recorded 15 miles 1700 yds. on February 4, 17 miles 1400 yds. on the 5th, 18 miles 1200 yds. on the 6th, and 13 miles 1000 yds. on the 7th, when the 81° S. depot was picked up at 10.30 a.m., and one week’s stores taken, two weeks’ rations being left.

The march to the next depot, at 80° S., was uneventful.  The party made good marches in spite of bad surfaces and thick weather, and reached the depot late in the afternoon of February 12.  The supply of stores at this depot was ample, and the men took a fortnight’s rations (calculated on a three-man basis), leaving nearly four weeks’ rations.  Spencer-Smith seemed a little better, and all hands were cheered by the rapid advance.  February 14, 15, and 16 were bad days, the soft surface allowing the men to sink to their knees at times.  The dogs had a rough time, and the daily distances fell to about eight miles.  Mackintosh’s weakness was increasing.  Then on the 18th, when the party was within twelve miles of the Bluff depot, a furious blizzard made travelling impossible.  This blizzard raged for five days.  Rations were reduced on the second day, and the party went on half-rations the third day.

“Still blizzarding,” wrote Joyce on the 20th.  “Things are serious, what with our patient and provisions running short.  Dog provisions are nearly out, and we have to halve their rations.  We are now on one cup of hoosh among the three of us, with one biscuit and six lumps of sugar.  The most serious of calamities is that our oil is running out.  We have plenty of tea, but no fuel to cook it with.”  The men in Mackintosh’s tent were in no better plight.  Mackintosh himself was in a bad way.  He was uncertain about his ability to resume the march, but was determined to try.