BITTERLY COLD m 



a most disappointing waste of time, and we felt 

 highly disheartened as we sat under our canvas, 

 which was, at every moment, on the verge of being 

 torn to pieces, or carried off by the sweeping gusts 

 of the hurricane. It was bitterly cold too, and all 

 our warmer outfit was badly wanted. 



OUR CAMP UNDER SNOW. 



By evening the snow round the camp had melted, 

 but the storm still raged, lasting all night, and as 

 we got up at 3 a.m. the wind was still blowing 

 steadily from the west. The cold was intense and 

 the ground frozen hard. In hopes of finding sheep 

 at a lower altitude we decided to have a try, and 



