12 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [Juuy 
Friday, July 7, 1911.—We got away late, at noon, in a thick 
white fog in which it was impossible to see where we were going. 
We still had to relay, though the surface had distinctly improved. 
There was no sign of wind sastrugi yet. 
After lunch, which we finished about 6.30 P.M., we got an in- 
distinct view of the mountains, and saw we were beginning to 
close Mt. Terra Nova with Mt. Terror, but the fog came down 
again at once, and at 9.45 P.M. we camped, as we were unable to 
guess at all what direction we had been making. We only made 
one and two-thirds miles good in the day. 
The min. temp. for the night from 12 to 2 P.M. had been 
—175:8°. At 2 P.M. it was — 58-3°, and at 7 P.M. had risen to 
— 55:4°, a change which we felt asa grateful one both in our hands 
and feet onthe march. [There is something after all rather good 
in doing something never done before—these temperatures must 
be world’s record. | 
Saturday, July 8, 1911.—A day of white fog and high moon- 
light but without a trace of landmark to guide us. We relayed as 
usual, four hours in the forenoon, for 1% miles, and three hours 
in the afternoon for one mile only. We were on a better surface, 
either more windswept or else improved by the rise in tempera- 
ture, but still deep and soft to walk in, though often with harder 
crusted areas. Here and there were really hard and slippery 
windswept snow surfaces occurring under a covering of some 
inches of quite soft snow, showing the peculiar planed-off appear- 
ance which was always associated with horse-shoe impressions 
and very heavy dragging. We made our course to-day by 
compass. 
The min. temp. for the night was — 59:8° and at 10.30 A.M. 
— 523°, with south-easterly airs, and —47° at 7.15 P.M. 
Sunday, July 9, 1911.—Dense mist, and white fog [the fourth 
day of fog], and snow falling all day, made relaying impossible, 
but we found we could manage the two sledges together again on 
the improving surface. 
Our chief ‘difficulty was to avoid gradually and unwittingly 
mounting the slopes of Mt. Terror to our left, where there are 
any number of crevassed patches of ice, and running into the 
pressure ridges on our right. Between these two lay an area of 
more or less level land ice which was safe going—but in two or 
three places I knew it was necessary to cross long snow capes run- 
