178 SCOTT’S LAST EXPEDITION [DECEMBER 
these also, sitting with my boots among them and drawing the 
latter also to show the scale! 
We were confined to the tent by snow all the next day. De- 
bénham and I made a chess-board on the back of his plane-table 
and cut out card discs for the pieces. After several weeks we 
began to realise the appearance of the men, and later we played 
many games while we were waiting on Cape Roberts. 
On the last day of 1911 we left this camp and moved west 
to Gondola Mountain. The glacier was deeply snow-covered, 
and though we sank in it the sledge pulled pretty well. There 
must have been plenty of crevasses where the ice stream curved 
round the end of the nunakol, but though we sank in a foot or 
two at times, yet the snow was so deep we didn’t break through 
anywhere. ‘The sun came out to cheer us, and later in the day 
we reached a scattered moraine of granite blocks. The ice had 
been melted here in the previous summer, and we heard the old 
familiar creaking and splintering of ‘ glass-house’ and ‘ bottle- 
glass’ which reminded Debenham and myself of our trip up the 
Koettlitz Glacier. 
Finally we came to a sudden ice cliff about 100 feet high, 
but just not too steep for tobogganning. So we ‘let her go’ and 
slid down into the stream-cut gully which fringed the Gondola 
Ridge. 
This was the most interesting locality I saw in Antarctica. 
On nearer approach the likeness to a gondola disappeared, as 
the great granite buttress supporting the dolerite capping came 
into view. I must apologise for comparing.this fine mountain to 
a decayed molar tooth, with three black cusps and a rounded hol- 
low between, but there was a great similarity in shape. To the 
north of the nunatak was a low ridge about two miles long, com- 
posed of granite and separated from the mount by a col or pass 
which rose but little above the glacier level. All along the east- 
ern slopes were piles of moraine material. Great cones of débris, 
built up of granite, dolerite and a yellow rock (which we were 
glad to recognise as Beacon Sandstone), stood out like watch- 
towers on the morainic rampart. 
Towards one of these, like a railway embankment of yellow 
sand, we directed our way. We carried our gear to the top, 
smoothed off the site somewhat, and then pitched our camp on 
mesozoic sandstones—probably the first time this has been done 
