A MONTH IN THE OLD DISCOVERT HUT 191 



at the north, furthest from the blizzard winds. There were 

 two bedchambers. One on the west side, where six of our 

 sleeping-bags were disposed like sardines in a tin ; and another 

 central boudoir, rigged up out of antique canvas left in 1902. 

 This the occupants called — as it seemed to us west-enders on 

 a lucus a non lucendo principle — Virtue Villa ! 



In the semi-gloom of the hut it took me some days to 

 find out my direction, for inside one seemed to be twisting 



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Plan of the rejuvenated Discovery Hut, March, 191 1. 



as if one were in a maze. In fact, to reach Teddy Evans' 

 quarters one had to return practically to the door, having 

 circumnavigated Virtue Villa. 



That first evening we sat round the reeking stove and 

 thankfully ate seal hoosh out of the tin mugs, helped down — 

 though little it needed it — by unlimited captain's biscuit nearly 

 ten years old. Captain Scott allotted the new-comers quarters 

 in the west end, and we turned into our soaking bags and 



