THE HEART OF THE ANTARCTIC 



one of the parties encountered bad weather, but there 

 were no accidents, and all the men seemed to enjoy the 

 work. 



Early in September a party consisting of Adams, 

 Marshall and myself started for Hut Point, and we 

 decided to make one march of the twenty-three miles, 

 and not camp on the way. We started at 8 a.m., and 

 when we were nearly at the end of the journey, and 

 were struggling slowly through bad snow towards the 

 hut, close to the end of Hut Point, a strong blizzard 

 came up. Fortunately I knew the bearings of the hut, 

 and how to get over the ice-foot. We abandoned the 

 extra weights we were pulling for the depot, and 

 managed to get to the hut at 10 p.m. in a sorely frost- 

 bitten condition, almost too tired to move. We were 

 able to get ourselves some hot food, however, and were 

 soon all right again. I mention the incident merely 

 to show how constantly one has to be on guard against 

 the onslaughts of the elements in the inhospitable regions 

 of the south. 



