liv WORST JOURNEY IN THE WORLD 
day, but have managed to shift enough gear into the cave 
to live there temporarily. Our tempers have never been so 
tried during the whole of our life together, but they have 
stood the strain pretty successfully. ... May I never have 
such another three trips as were those to-day. Every time 
the wind lulled a little I fell over to windward, and at every 
eust I was pitched to leeward, while a dozen times or more 
I was taken off my feet and dashed against the ground or 
against unfriendly boulders. The other two had equally 
bad times. Dickason hurt his knee and ankle and lost his 
sheath knife, and Campbell lost a compass and some re- 
volver cartridges in the two trips they made. Altogether 
it was lucky we got across at all.” } 
It was a fortunate thing that this wind often blew quite 
clear without snowfall or drift. ‘Two days later in the same 
gale the tent of the other three men collapsed on top of 
them at 8 a.m. At 4 p.m. the sun was going down and they 
settled to make their way across to their comrades. Levick 
tells the story as follows: 
“Having done this [securing the remains of the tent, 
etc.], we started on our journey. This lay, first of all, 
across half a mile of clear blue ice, swept by the unbroken 
wind, which met us almost straight in the face. We could 
never stand up, so had to scramble the whole distance on 
‘all fours,’ lying flat on our bellies in the gusts. By the 
time we had reached the other side we had had enough. 
Our faces had been rather badly bitten, and I have a very 
strong recollection of the men’s countenances, which were 
a leaden blue, streaked with white patches of frost-bite. 
Once across, however, we reached the shelter of some 
large boulders on the shore of the island, and waited here 
long enough to thaw out our noses, ears, and cheeks. A 
scramble of another six hundred yards brought us to the 
half-finished igloo, into which we found that the rest of the 
party had barricaded themselves, and, after a little shout- 
ing, they came and let us in, giving us a warm welcome, 
and about the most welcome hot meal that I think any of 
us had ever eaten.” 
1 Priestley, Antarctic Adventure, pp. 232-233. 
