176 WORST JOURNEY IN THE WORLD 
froze nearly five inches by Wednesday mid-day, when we 
got three more seal. Scott was evidently thinking that on — 
Thursday, when we were to start, we might go by the sea- _ 
ice all the way—when suddenly with no warning it silently 
floated out to sea.””} 
The following two teams travelled to Cape Evans via 
the Hutton Cliffs on April 21: 1st team Scott, Wilson, — 
Atkinson, Crean; 2nd team Bowers, Oates, Cherry-Gar- 
rard, Hooper. It was blowing hard, as usual, at the Hutton 
Cliffs, and we got rather frost-bitten when lowering the 
sledges on to the sea-ice. The sun was leaving us for the 
next four months, but luckily the light just lasted for this — 
operation, though not for the subsequent meal which we — 
hastily ate under the cliffs, nor for the crossing of Glacier 
Tongue. Bowers wrote home: 
‘T had the lighter team and, knowing what a flier Cap- 
tain Scott is I took care to have the new sledge myself. Our 
weights were nothing and the difference was only in the 
sledge runners, but it made all the difference to us that 
day. Scott fairly legged it, as I expected, and we came 
along gaily behind him. He could not understand it when 
the pace began to tell more on his heavy team than on us. 
After lowering down the sledges over the cliffs we recovered 
the rope we had left in the first place, and then struck out 
over the sea-ice. Then our good runners told so much that 
I owned up to mine being the better sledge, and offered to 
give them one of my team. This was declined, but after we | 
crossed the Tongue Captain Scott said he would like to | 
change sledges at the Little Razorback. At any time over 
this stretch we could have runaway from his team, and once 
they got our sledge they started that game on us. We ex- 
pected it, and never had I stepped out so hard before. We 
had been marching hard for nearly 12 hours and now we 
had two miles’ spurt to do, and we should have stuck it, 
bad runners and all, had we had smooth ice. As it was we 
struck a belt of rough ice, and in the dark we all stumbled 
and I went down a whack, that nearly knocked me out. 
This was not noticed fortunately, and still we hung on to 
1 My own diary. 
