118 SCOTT'S | LAST EXPEDITION [November 
ing; then we turned into our bags and, quite torpid with food, 
discussed our plans on arriving at Cape Evans. We had quite 
decided we should find no one there, for we believed the whole 
party had been blown north in the ship, while trying to reach us. 
Still discussing plans we fell asleep. What with news from the 
main party and food (although both were a year old) it was the 
happiest day since we last saw the ship. I awoke in the night, 
finished my share of the butter and most of my lard, then dozed 
off again. 
October 30.—The blizzard never came off. We turned out 
to find a beautiful warm morning. After another big feed of 
biscuits and a brain and liver hoosh we started in the highest 
spirits. The change of diet has done Browning good already. I 
took all the books, food, specimens, and records of ‘Taylor’s 
party, leaving only the old clothes. 
I also left a note saying we were all well. The surface was 
fairly good with occasional belts of rough pressure ice that de- 
layed us considerably. Taylor’s journal speaks of Glacier 
Tongue having broken away from MacMurdo Sound and 
grounded on the coast south of Dunlop Island. It will be inter- 
esting to see if it is still there. At midday we camped for lunch, 
and the hot tea and biscuit made a great difference to our march- 
ing. This was the first hot lunch we had had and we all appre- 
ciated it. Between 5 and 6 the pressure was very bad; not high, 
but jagged and continuous, bruising our feet. Luckily we had 
the iron runner sledge. Wooden runners would have been torn 
to shreds. Camped at 6.15. Distance 8 miles. Dunlop Island 
in sight about 3 miles ahead. 
October 31.—A lovely morning. The south-west breeze of 
the night had dropped and the day felt warm. We suffered the 
same painful surface until within a mile of Dunlop Island, when 
we reached a smooth surface. We lunched on the north side of 
Dunlop Island. After lunch we searched it for records, but 
found nothing. Priestley collected some specimens. Resuming 
our march we got on to smooth ice between Dunlop Island and 
the mainland and kept a good surface until we camped at 6.15, 
half-way across the ‘ Bay of Sails.’ Distance 11 miles: Mt. 
Erebus rising to the height of several thousand feet. 
November 1.—5 A.M. A fine morning with heavy clouds to 
the south. We had a good surface and made good progress. 
