158 SCOTT’S LAST EXPEDITION [NoveMBER 
We left a depot of one week’s stores here, as ordered by 
Captain Scott. We stuck a bright tin on the pole (as well as 
the flag) which shows up well when the sun is bright. 
The outlook was not promising. Ahead of us was a wide 
bay filled with screw-pack. This is sea ice which has been jammed 
haphazard on to the coast. Many of the upturned blocks were 
eight feet high. Snow had fallen on this surface and filled in 
some of the hollows, and a more inviting man-trap or leg- 
breaker it would be difficult to imagine. However, by next day’s 
noon we were through the worst of it. It was such hurried, tiring 
work that we had no leisure for photography. There was a 
quaint spoor standing up in relief two inches above the snow 
and made by an Emperor penguin, of which I should have much 
liked a stereo-photo. 
On the 21st we came up to an old friend. Nearly filling 
a small bay was a giant berg about two miles long with a black 
spot near the north-east corner. This was the end of Glacier 
Tongue which had broken away on March 1 in the big gale 
and settled down fifty miles or so away on the other side of 
the Sound. 
The fodder depot had been left on the Tongue by Oates in 
January and served as a useful survey mark. Our best ‘route 
lay within this mass of transported ice. It was a good omen 
that there were some twenty seals basking off the cape, for we 
knew we should have to live largely on seal meat during our 
stay at Granite Harbour. 
As we pulled under the Saye ice cliffs of the broken 
Tongue we could see remarkable snow folds apparent in some 
fresh sections—which tend to show that much of it had grown 
in situ (in its former position) from snow cornices and drift 
rather than from mainland ice. 
The mainland shore was now almost wholly covered by the 
southern portion of the huge piedmont glacier which extends 
in an unbroken ‘ Chinese Wall’ of ice to Granite Harbour. It 
was an imposing sight and an ugly one to a sledging party 
travelling over the sea ice—for as one moves north there are 
fewer and fewer places where it can be ascended, and its thirty- 
foot barrier affords a poor lee in time of trouble. This piedmont 
was moulded over hill and dale in an alternation of icy dimples 
and pimples, but several rounded domes and ridges projected as 
