IN WINTER QUARTERS WITH CAPTAIN SCOTT 287 



in time, for Atkinson's feet were pretty well gone in his old 

 finnesko. 



It is a queer fact that both Atkinson and myself dreamed 

 that the Cape Crozier party were returning on the night 

 before they arrived. In my dream I modestly went out and 

 pulled their sledge back. However, I don't think we pub- 

 lished their approach on the strength of these dreams, else we 

 might have claimed some credit for our superior intelligence ! 



When there was no wind it was quite pleasant strolling 

 about by the light of the moon. In the long winter night it 

 was cheering to realize that we could tell where the sun was 

 even if we hadn't seen him for over three months, for the 

 moon's brighter face of course points to the sun. This com- 

 forting deduction led to the following astronomical effusion 

 in S.P.T. :— 



THE ERRANT SUN. 



Throughout the night, 

 Nor life nor light, 



E'er chases gloom away ; 

 But still the moon 

 Foretells full soon, 



Arrival of the day. 

 For each bright ray 

 Shot to the day, 



By Luna's silver bow, 

 Transfixes straight 

 Her lucent mate, 



The errant sun below. 



I wrote at the foot for Dr. Bill's edification — 



" If your artist can rise to the occasion will he please illus- 

 trate this poem (sic) with a sketch ? " and to this note there 

 hangs a tale as shall appear later. 



Wright and I went off for a tramp towards Inaccessible 

 Island. We came across some of the queer snow stalactites 

 which I called " Cold Feet." They were due to snow col- 

 lecting on the ends of icicles where they were somewhat sticky. 

 The snow built out a " foot " to windward, and they looked 

 exactly like long white stockings. 



Near the big icebergs Gran pointed out to us an Emperor 

 penguin and yelled to us to kill it. On approaching it, 



