A MONTH IN THE OLD DISCOVERT HUT 201 



that we began to have hopes of getting to our own head- 

 quarters in a week. Dr. Bill and Birdie made a remarkable 

 feast which they called seal-rissole. We indulged largely and 

 — probably in consequence — vivid dreams were retailed next 

 morning. 



There is nothing so boring as dreams, I am aware, but I 

 am going to quote my diary ! " I was back in a suburb of 

 Sydney, and in the distance saw an acquaintance of mine 



(H ). He moved away hurriedly. I caught him up, 



and told him I was really in Antarctica, but wanted him to 

 note the time when I astrally visited Sydney. I remembered 

 his name was Rupert. Guess this was the effect of the 

 rissoles." 



Every evening before sleeping, Scott, Wilson, Debenham, 



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and I had some sort of a scientific discussion, usually on a 

 local geological problem — such as the origin of Castle Rock — 

 for many such confronted us. 



For these evening occupations we used home-made 

 blubber lamps. A favourite make was based on a tin match- 

 box. Two ordinary wax matches served as wicks. As usual 

 with blubber, the black oil leaked everywhere. 



On the 31st Wright and I found that Discovery Harbour 

 had 7§ inches of ice over its surface. The ice looked just like 

 cocoanut ice and was no harder, but was very elastic and 

 supported us safely. We walked across to Observation Hill, 

 and saw a seal near the shore. I wrote, " Charles smiled at 

 him, and as he fainted 1 poleaxed him. He wriggled twice or 

 so and then died." We climbed up and over the Gap, and got 

 down on the east side. Then we walked two miles to Pram 



