Mackintosh had stayed on his feet as long as was humanly possible.  The records of the outward journey show clearly that he was really unfit to continue beyond the 82° S. depot, and other members of the party would have liked him to have stayed with Spencer-Smith at lat. 83° S. But the responsibility for the work to be done was primarily his, and he would not give in.  He had been suffering for several weeks from what he cheerfully called “a sprained leg,” owing to scurvy.  He marched for half an hour on the 23rd before breaking down, but had to be supported partly by Richards.  Spencer-Smith was sinking.  Wild, who stayed in charge of the two invalids, was in fairly good condition.  Joyce, Richards, and Hayward, who had undertaken the relief journey, were all showing symptoms of scurvy, though in varying degrees.  Their legs were weak, their gums swollen.  The decision that the invalids, with Wild, should stay in camp from February 24, while Joyce’s party pushed forward to Bluff depot, was justified fully by the circumstances.  Joyce, Richards, and Hayward had difficulty in reaching the depot with a nearly empty sledge.  An attempt to make their journey with two helpless men might have involved the loss of the whole party.

“February 24, Thursday.—­Up at 4:30; had one cup of tea, half biscuit; under way after 7.  Weather, snowing and blowing like yesterday.  Richards, laying the cairns had great trouble in getting the compass within 10° on account of wind.  During the forenoon had to stop every quarter of an hour on account of our breath.  Every time the sledge struck a drift she stuck in (although only 200 lbs.), and in spite of three men and four dogs we could only shift her with the 1-2-3 haul.  I wonder if this weather will ever clear up.  Camped in an exhausted condition about 12.10.  Lunch, half cup of weak tea and quarter biscuit, which took over half an hour to make.  Richards and Hayward went out of tent to prepare for getting under way, but the force of wind and snow drove them back.  The force of wind is about seventy to eighty miles per hour.  We decided to get the sleeping-bags in, which took some considerable time.  The worst of camping is the poor dogs and our weak condition, which means we have to get out of our wet sleeping-bags and have another half cup of tea without working for it.  With scrapings from dog-tank it is a very scanty meal.  This is the second day the dogs have been without food, and if we cannot soon pick up depot and save the dogs it will be almost impossible to drag our two invalids back the one hundred miles which we have to go.  The wind carried on with unabating fury until 7 o’clock, and then came a lull.  We at once turned out, but found it snowing so thickly that it was impossible to proceed on account of our weakness.  No chance must we miss.  Turned in again.  Wind sprang up again with heavy drift 8.30.  In spite of everything my tent-mates are very cheerful and look on the bright side of everything.  After a talk we decided to wait and turned in.  It is really wonderful what dreams we have, especially of food.  Trusting in Providence for fine weather to-morrow.