42 6 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION. 



else which one has to say to a dog team. Dog driving like this in the 

 orthodox manner is a very different thing to the beastly dog driving we 

 perpetrated in the Discovery days. I got to love all my team and they got 

 to know me well, and my old leader even now, six months after I have had 

 anything to do with him, never fails to come and speak to me whenever he 

 sees me, and he knows me and my voice ever so far off. He is quite a 

 ridiculous ' old man ' and quite the nicest, quietest, cleverest old dog I 

 have ever come across. He looks in face as if he knew all the wickedness 

 of all the world and all its cares and as if he were bored to death by 

 them. [Dr. Wilson's Journal.] 



Note 13, p. III. — February 15. There were also innumerable subsi- 

 dences of the surface — the breaking of crusts over air spaces under them, 

 large areas of dropping a y^ inch or so with a hushing sort of noise or 

 muffled report. My leader Stareek, the nicest and wisest old dog in both 

 teams, thought there was a rabbit under the crust every time one gave way 

 close by him and he would jump sideways with both feet on the spot and 

 his nose in the snow. The action was like a flash and never checked the 

 team — it was most amusing. I have another funny little dog, Mukaka, 

 small but very game and a good w^orker. He is paired with a fat, lazy and 

 very greedy black dog, Nugis by name, and in every march this sprightly 

 little Mukaka will once or twice notice that Nugis is not pulling and will 

 jump over the trace, bite Nugis like a snap, and be back again in his own 

 place before the fat dog knows what has happened. [Dr. Wilson's 

 Journal.] 



Note i^a, p. 125. — Taking up the story from the point where eleven 

 of the thirteen dogs had been brought to the surface, Mr. Cherry- 

 Garrard's Diary records: 



This left the two at the bottom. Scott had several times wanted to 

 go down. Bill said to me that he hoped he wouldn't, but now he insisted. 

 We found the Alpine rope would reach, and then lowered Scott down to 

 the platform, sixty feet below. I thought it very plucky. We then hauled 

 the two dogs up on the rope, leaving Scott below. Scott said the dogs 

 were very glad to see him ; they had curled up asleep — it was wonderful 

 they had no bones broken. 



Then Meares' dogs, which were all wandering about loose, started 

 fighting our team, and we all had to leave Scott and go and separate 

 them, which took some time. They fixed on Noogis (I.) badly. We 

 then hauled Scott up: it was all three of us could do — fingers a good 

 deal frost-bitten at the end. That was all the dogs. Scott has just said 

 that at one time he never hoped to get back the thirteen or even half of 

 them. When he was down in the crevasse he wanted to go off exploring, 

 but we dissuaded him. Of course it was a great opportunity. He kept 

 on saying, ' I wonder why this is running the way it is — you expect to 

 find them at right angles.' 



Scott found inside crevasse warmer than above, but had no thermometer. 



