1911] CLOTHES FROZEN HARD II 
neither Bowers nor I made use of our jackets, however, at all— 
they were stowed away, stiff, in the tank, and so returned home. 
Wednesday, July 5, 1911.—At 3 A.M. the whole sky was 
clearing and at 7 A.M. we turned out. The surface was now 
worse than we had as yet experienced, and we moved dreadfully 
slowly with one sledge load at a time. In 714 hours hauling we 
only made 1% miles good. 
The min. temp. last night was — 54-6°, and by the evening the 
temp. had dropped to — 61-1°._ We were then surrounded by a 
white fog, but could see Erebus and Terror. The cirro-stratus 
gave a white-looking sky in the moonlight and a fair halo with 
mock moons and vertical beams and a particularly well-defined 
mock moon beneath on the horizon. 
All day we had been hauling up hill, and we hoped it was 
Terror Point we were crossing. Settlements of the crust occurred 
regularly again at short intervals. [he surface still shows no 
sign of windcut sastrugi, and though much of it is wind-hardened 
and smooth, it appears to be the result of variable winds of no 
great force, and it is also covered to a very great extent by deep 
sheets of soft snow, on which the sledges hang up exactly as 
though they were going over sand. There is no surface marking 
on this snow except marks resembling horses’ hoofs, with edges 
that have a peculiar planed-off appearance. 
Whether harder or softer, the whole surface is crusted and 
lets one’s feet in for a couple of inches, spoiling one’s pull on the 
sticky-runnered sledges. 
Thursday, July 6, 1911.—Again a calm day and clear, though 
a heavy bank of fog lies over the pressure ridges ahead of us, 
and over the seaward area to the east. 
We had relay work again on a very heavy surface, which, 
however, improved slightly in the afternoon. But the result of 
7% hours’ hauling was a forward move of 114 miles only. 
The min. temp. for the night had been —75-3°. At starting 
in the morning it was — 70-2° and at noon — 76-8°. At 5.15 P.M., 
when we camped for lunch, it was — 77° exactly, and at midnight 
it had risen again to — 69°, when there was some low-lying white 
fog and mist to the N. and N.N.W. The butter, when stabbed 
with a knife, ‘ flew’ like very brittle toffee. Our paraffin at these 
temperatures was perfectly easy to pour, though there was just 
a trace of opalescent milkiness in its appearance. 
