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ning across our path from Mt. Terror—and here, if one wished 
to avoid very long uphill drags one had to approach the pressure 
ridges fairly closely—a thing quite easy with daylight, but afford- 
ing us constant trouble in the dark and fog which hampered us 
all along this part of our journey. 
To-day no landmarks were visible at all. We made a little 
over one mile in the forenoon and 34 mile more in the afternoon. 
It was a great relief to have done so without relaying. The 
moon was invisible [only a glow where she is] and everything 
was obscured by fog, but the surface was improving every hour. 
In the afternoon we ran into crevassed ground, after having sus- 
pected we were pulling the sledges up and down several rises of 
moderate gradient. As we expected this, however, before reach- 
ing the second long snow cape, we went on. The surface was 
again hard and icy in places, with sometimes six inches of snow 
loose upon it. Our feet went through this snow and slipped upon 
the ivory-hard surface underneath. This was often near the top 
of the ridges. In the hollows the surface was deep and soft and 
crusted. One could judge much of the nature of the surface, and 
of the chance of finding crevasses, by the sound and by the feel 
of one’s feet on the snow, without seeing anything at all of the 
surface one was covering. Occasionally the moonlit fog allowed 
an edge to be lit up here and there, but the surface is so extraor- 
dinarily uniform and featureless that we believe we are still well 
out of the windswept line of southerly blizzard and still in an 
area of eddying winds, heavy snowfall, and constant fogs formed 
by the meeting of cold Barrier air with the warmer, moister air 
which comes up from the sea ice, and especially from the innu- 
merable fissures of the pressure ridges. We called this Fog Bay. 
The moon had again become visible almost overhead, but 
nothing else, until just as we found ourselves going up a longer 
rise and a steeper one than usual we saw a grey, irregular, moun- 
tainous-looking horizon confronting us close ahead. So here we 
unhitched from the sledges, and tying our lanyards together into 
a central knot, we walked up about 50 yards of icy slope inter- 
spersed with cracks, and having reached the top found we had an- 
other similar broken and irregular horizon ahead of us and an- 
other on our left. These were obviously the pressure ridges, and 
when we stood still we could hear a creaking and groaning of the 
ice underneath and around us, which convinced us, and later led 
