92 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [January 



by a tapeworm In the intestines. It seems clear that this parasite 

 is not transferred from another host, and that its history is 

 unlike that of any other known tapeworm — in fact, Atkinson 

 scores a discovery in parasitology of no little importance. 



The wind has turned to the north to-night and is blowing 

 quite fresh. I don't much like the position of the ship as the 

 ice is breaking away all the time. The sky is quite clear and I 

 don't think the wind often lasts long under such conditions. 



The pianola has been erected by Rennick. He is a good 

 fellow and one feels for him much at such a time — it must be 

 rather dreadful for him to be returning when he remembers that 

 he was once practically one of the shore party. ^^ The pianola 

 has been his special care, and it shows well that he should give 

 so much pains in putting it right for us. 



Day has been explaining the manner in which he hopes to 

 be able to cope with the motor sledge difficulty. He is hopeful 

 of getting things right, but I fear it won't do to place more 

 reliance on the machines. 



Everything looks hopeful for the depot journey if only we 

 can get our stores and ponies past the Glacier Tongue. 



We had some seal rissoles to-day so extraordinarily well 

 cooked that it was impossible to distinguish them from the best 

 beef rissoles. I told two of the party they were beef, and they 

 made no comment till I enlightened them after they had eaten 

 two each. It is the first time I have tasted seal without being 

 aware of its particular flavour. But even its own flavour is 

 acceptable in our cook's hands — he really is excellent. 



Saturday, Jainiary 21. — My anxiety for the ship was not 

 unfounded. Fearing a little trouble I went out of the hut in 

 the middle of the night and saw at once that she was having a 

 bad time — the ice was breaking with a northerly swell and the 

 wind increasing, with the ship on dead lee shore; luckily the 

 ice anchors had been put well in on the floe and some still held. 

 Pennell was getting up steam and his men struggling to replace 

 the anchors. 



We got out the men and gave some help. At 6 steam was 

 up, and I was right glad to see the ship back out to windward, 

 leaving us to recover anchors and hawsers. 



She stood away to the west, and almost immediately after 

 a large berg drove in and grounded in the place she had occupied. 



