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WITH SCOTT : THE SILVER LINING 



bicycle again. It was now 3.30, and I had had nothing to eat 

 since 8.30, and had still seven miles to do. I rested for a few 

 minutes and then began to feel anxious, for I got very cold. 

 So I plugged on a mile or so till I couldn't walk any further, 

 and had to rest again. This time I felt myself chilling rapidly, 

 and was in a quandary. I was too knocked up to walk, and 

 it was too cold for me to stop. " Then I saw some one trying 

 to climb up Turk's Head about two miles away. I couldn't 

 make him hear, and pushed on to try and intercept his return. 

 I didn't get a return signal for an awful time, till he was just 

 passing me. It was Wright, without his glasses. He hadn't 

 heard me at first, but was finally attracted by the motions of 



an apparently crazy seal ! ' We plodded on slowly and got 

 within a mile of the hut when 1 knocked out completely. 

 He pushed on to bring out a sledge, and found the hut in a 

 state of excitement ; for Clissold had been brought in 

 nearly unconscious only a short time before. 



After a short rest I managed to reach the hut unassisted, 

 and food and sleep made me practically all right. Poor 

 Clissold had fallen thirty feet off an iceberg, and was confined 

 to his bunk for several weeks in consequence. 



I made a vow that the first bicycle ride in the Antarctic 

 should be my last, and have every intention of keeping that 

 vow. 



On the nth Debenham and I explored Tent Island again. 



