Sometimes when we lifted him on the sledge he would nearly faint, but during the whole time he never complained.  Wild looked after him from the start.  We buried him in his bag at 9 o’clock at the following position:  Ereb. 184°—­Obs.  Hill 149°.  We made a cross of bamboos, and built a mound and cairn, with particulars.  After that got under way with Hayward on sledge.  Found going very hard, as we had a northerly wind in our faces, with a temperature below 20°.  What with frost-bites, etc., we are all suffering.  Even the dogs seem like giving in; they do not seem to take any interest in their work.  We have been out much too long, and nothing ahead to cheer us up but a cold, cheerless hut.  We did about two and a half miles in the forenoon; Hayward toddling ahead every time we had a spell.  During lunch the wind veered to the south with drift, just right to set sail.  We carried on with Hayward on sledge and camped in the dark about 8 o’clock.  Turned in at 10, weary, worn, and sad.  Hoping to reach depot to-morrow.

“March 10, Friday.—­Turned out as usual.  Beam wind, going pretty fair, very cold.  Came into very soft snow about 3; arrived at Safety Camp 5 o’clock.  Got to edge of Ice Barrier; found passage over in a bay full of seals.  Dogs got very excited; had a job to keep them away.  By the glass it looked clear right to Cape Armitage, which is four and a half miles away.  Arrived there 8 o’clock, very dark and bad light.  Found open water.  Turned to climb slopes against a strong north-easterly breeze with drift.  Found a place about a mile away, but we were so done up that it took until 11.30 to get gear up.  This slope was about 150 yds. up, and every three paces we had to stop and get breath.  Eventually camped and turned in about 2 o’clock.  I think this is the worst day I ever spent.  What with the disappointment of not getting round the Point, and the long day and the thought of getting Hayward over the slopes, it is not very entertaining for sleep.

“March 11, Saturday.—­Up at 7 o’clock; took binoculars and went over the slope to look around the Cape.  To my surprise found the open water and pack at the Cape only extended for about a mile.  Came down and gave the boys the good news.  I think it would take another two hard days to get over the hills, and we are too weak to do much of that, as I am afraid of another collapsing.  Richards and Wild climbed up to look at the back of the bay and found the ice secure.  Got under way 10.30, went round the Cape and found ice; very slushy, but continued on.  No turning now; got into hard ice shortly after, eventually arriving at Hut Point about 3 o’clock.  It seems strange after our adventures to arrive back at the old hut.  This place has been standing since we built it in 1901, and has been the starting-point of a few expeditions since.  When we were coming down the bay I could fancy the Discovery there when Scott arrived from his Farthest South in 1902, the ship decorated rainbow