164 SCOTT’S LAST EXPEDITION [NoveMBER 
the primus cooked the pemmican hoosh. Then cocoa (or tea) 
is made by pouring water from the outer cooker into the inner 
cooker, where a flavour of pemmican is superadded to it. I 
liked cocoa best for marching, the others preferred tea, so we 
had alternate days, though the sledging law says ‘ cocoa.’ 
With regard to biscuits we were in two camps. At Shackle- 
ton’s depot we found a cache of ordinary biscuits and Debenham 
preferred these, so I agreed to take a small tin along in lieu 
of an equal weight of sledging biscuits. So that Gran and I 
had two sledge biscuits each while the ‘ soft-teeth’ ate Shackle- 
ton’s brand. Forde dropped a cake of chocolate in his cocoa. 
Nous autres preferred to eat it at lunch. 
Lunch.—We always had tea; Gran and I liked it weaker 
and the other two had the last pannikins full. Six lumps of 
sugar per man were served out, and as many raisins as you 
could carry out of the bag in your spoon. (N.B.—It had to be 
a dry spoon.) Butter was whacked out if you hadn’t had it 
already. I made mine last lunch and supper by putting a bit 
by, though sometimes the bit vanished under the hot hoosh if 
I forgot to take it out of the pannikin. Three biscuits each and 
a cake of chocolate. 
Supper.—Cocoa follows hoosh. We have two biscuits and 
a cake of chocolate. One spoon was used in our camp for 
measuring, stirring, tasting, eating soup and tea, &c.—all alter- 
nating gaily as different operations employ the cook. I believe 
other camps followed the rule, ‘One man—one spoon—one cup,’ 
but we were strictly socialistic. If your tea or hoosh was too hot 
you stood it on the floor. If you didn’t watch it, it might melt 
its way out of sight—but that was a most infrequent incident. 
‘ Shut-eye ’ was played to ensure fair division; the cook pointing 
to the fragments of chocolate or butter and the blind person 
giving one of our names. The cook has to share out food, 
stir the hoosh, watch the primus and generally hop around; 
so that he has a busy time. This doesn’t matter except at sup- 
per, when he doesn’t get his feet warm in dry socks as soon as 
the others. 
When the snow stopped Gran and I walked to the root of 
the ice tongue and climbed up the granite cliffs to the west of it. 
On the top we found a bare plateau 300 yards wide on which 
were some large lichens and a small patch of true moss, quite 
