“February 29, Tuesday.—­Up at 5 o’clock; still very thick.  It cleared up a little to the south about 8 o’clock, when Richards sighted something black to the north of us, but could not see properly what it was.  After looking round sighted camp to the south, so we got under way as soon as possible.  Got up to the camp about 12.45, when Wild came out to meet us.  We gave him a cheer, as we fully expected to find all down.  He said he had taken a little exercise every day; they had not any food left.  The Skipper then came out of the tent, very weak and as much as he could do to walk.  He said, ’I want to thank you for saving our lives.’  I told Wild to go and give them a feed and not to eat too much at first in case of reaction, as I am going to get under way as soon as they have had a feed.  So we had lunch, and the Skipper went ahead to get some exercise, and after an hour’s digging out got everything ready for leaving.  When we lifted Smith we found he was in a great hole which he had melted through.  This party had been in one camp for twelve days.  We got under way and picked the Skipper up; he had fallen down, too weak to walk.  We put him on the sledge we had brought out, and we camped about 8 o’clock.  I think we did about three miles, rather good with two men on the sledges and Hayward in a very bad way.  I don’t think there has been a party, either north or south, in such straits, three men down and three of us very weak; but the dogs seem to have new life since we turned north.  I think they realize they are homeward bound.  I am glad we kept them, even when we were starving.  I knew they would have to come in at the finish.  We have now to look forward to southerly winds for help, which I think we shall get at this time of year.  Let us hope the temperature will keep up, as our sleeping-bags are wet through and worn out, and all our clothes full of holes, and finneskoe in a dilapidated condition; in fact, one would not be out on a cold day in civilization with the rotten clothes we have on.  Turned in 11 o’clock, wet through, but in a better frame of mind.  Hope to try and reach the depot to-morrow, even if we have to march overtime.

“March 1, Wednesday.—­Turned out usual time; a good south wind, but, worse luck, heavy drift.  Set sail; put the Skipper on rear sledge.  The temperature has gone down and it is very cold.  Bluff in sight.  We are making good progress, doing a good mileage before lunch.  After lunch a little stronger wind.  Hayward still hanging on to sledge; Skipper fell off twice.  Reached depot 5.45.  When camping found we had dropped our tent-poles, so Richards went back a little way and spotted them through the binoculars about half a mile off, and brought them back.  Hayward and I were very cold by that time, the drift very bad.  Moral:  See everything properly secured.  We soon had our tent up, cooked our dinner in the dark, and turned in about 10 o’clock.