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ceeded to tackle the last two miles which lay along the crest of 

 the promontory. Here I saw Evans over-cautious for the first 

 time, but I can well understand his feelings. This was March 

 14, and on the same day in 1903, after a heavy blizzard, he and 

 his mates were in the same spot trying to reach the hut. They 

 went astray in the drift, and poor Vince lost his footing and 

 slipped down Danger Slope into the sea. 



However there was no drift at this height, and we pro- 

 ceeded easily enough past Castle Rock and got on to the broad 

 ridge beyond. After a mile or so we saw four men over toward 

 Crater Heights. A great sight; though it was comic to see 

 them marching in a row in their swollen wind clothes. Except 

 for their swinging arms, they looked to us just like a row of the 

 Emperor penguins we had seen in New Harbour. They were 

 Wilson, Bowers, Atkinson, and Cherry-Garrard. These told 

 us the news and took charge of our sledge, while I went off and 

 made my report to Captain Scott. 



