South: the story of Shackleton's 1914-1917 expedition eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about South.

South: the story of Shackleton's 1914-1917 expedition eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about South.
as soon as possible.  I think we shall get stronger travelling and feeding well.  Later.—­ Weather will not permit us to travel yet.  Mended our torn tent with food-bags.  This took four hours.  Feeding the dogs every four hours, and Richards and Hayward built up depot.  It is really surprising to find it takes two men to lift a 50-lb. case; it only shows our weakness.  Weather still the same; force of wind at times about seventy to ninety miles an hour; really surprising how this can keep on so long.

“February 27, Sunday.—­Wind continued with fury the whole night.  Expecting every minute to have the tent blown off us.  Up 5 o’clock; found it so thick one could not get out of the tent.  We are still very weak, but think we can do the twelve miles to our comrades in one long march.  If only it would clear up for just one day we would not mind.  This is the longest continuous blizzard I have ever been in.  We have not had a travelling day for eleven days, and the amount of snow that has fallen is astonishing.  Later.—­Had a meal 10.30 and decided to get under way in spite of the wind and snow.  Under way 12 o’clock.  We have three weeks’ food on sledge, about 160 lbs., and one week’s dog-food, 50 lbs.  The whole weight, all told, about 600 lbs., and also taking an extra sledge to bring back Captain Mackintosh.  To our surprise we could not shift the sledges.  After half an hour we got about ten yards.  We turned the sledge up and scraped runners; it went a little better after.  I am afraid our weakness is much more than we think.  Hayward is in rather a bad way about his knees, which are giving him trouble and are very painful; we will give him a good massage when we camp.  The dogs have lost all heart in pulling; they seem to think that going south again is no good to them; they seem to just jog along, and one cannot do more.  I don’t suppose our pace is more than one-half or three-quarters of a mile per hour.  The surface is rotten, snow up to one’s knees, and what with wind and drift a very bad outlook.  Lunched about 4.30.  Carried on until 11.20, when we camped.  It was very dark making our dinner, but soon got through the process.  Then Richards spent an hour or so in rubbing Hayward with methylated spirits, which did him a world of good.  If he were to break up now I should not know what to do.  Turned in about 1.30.  It is now calm, but overcast with light falling snow.

“February 28, Monday.—­Up at 6 o’clock; can just see a little sky-line.  Under way at 9 o’clock.  The reason of delay, had to mend finneskoe, which are in a very dilapidated condition.  I got my feet badly frost-bitten yesterday.  About 11 o’clock came on to snow, everything overcast.  We ought to reach our poor boys in three or four hours, but Fate wills otherwise, as it came on again to blizzard force about 11.45.  Camped at noon.  I think the party must be within a very short distance, but we cannot go on as we might pass them, and as we have not got any position to go on except compass.  Later.—­Kept on blizzarding all afternoon and night.

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