42 SCOTT’S LAST EXPEDITION [uur 
facing a gentle breeze, which as usual was flowing down the slope. 
The Bastion Crater was on our right with the Conical Hill sur- 
mounting it, a landmark visible from Observation Hill. 
We went on and on up this slope until at last we found our- 
selves in a calm on the divide with a magnificent view of the West- 
ern Range, Mt. Discovery and the Hut Point Peninsula and all 
the other familiar landmarks showing very clearly in the dim 
daylight. [I cannot describe what a relief the light was to us. ] 
We then knew we were over Terror Point and almost out of the 
blizzard area. The surface all up this slope was good going, 
hard but smooth, hardened however by variable winds of no 
great force, with but few areas of the softer sandy drifts which 
are the heavy ones to drag over. 
Across the divide we went downhill with the air-stream on 
our backs, and very soon we were once more on the old softer 
crusty surface of the Barrier itself, with trifling sastrugi and 
heavier pulling, a surface into which the sledge runners and the 
feet sank a couple of inches. Subsidences again began and soon 
became frequent. Bright fine weather, and Terror peak visible 
all day, as well as Erebus from the time when we first caught 
sight of it over Terror slope. One of the features of Erebus 
during the whole of this march was the outstanding old Northern 
Crater, which stood out boldly against the skyline part of the 
way down the slope. We lost it, however, at the end of to-day’s 
march. 
Bowers turned his bag again to-day from fur outside to fur 
inside, and so it remained till we reached Cape Evans. 
The temperature ranged from —47:2° in the morning to 
— 38° in the evening. At our lunch camp it was —40-3°. We 
made 634 miles in the day. 
We were now travelling with a view to getting in all the day- 
light we could and at the same time with a view to reducing our 
nights to the shortest possible, for we got but little sleep and 
were often uncomfortably cold all night. We therefore turned 
out generally at 5.30 A.M., lunched at 2.30 P.M., and camped at 
6 P.M., to turn in between 9 P.M. and I0 P.M. 
[Though our sledge, which we called the Pantechnicon, was 
a mountain, and of a considerable weight, we started to do good. 
marches. We dare not roll up our bags since the blizzard in case 
they should break. For two nights I got a fair sleep in the new 
