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dogs like wolves in pursuit, nothing could stop them. 
Whips were useless, the ‘ boycotted опе” was doomed. 
They set upon him, and before anyone could help he 
was torn into pieces by forty or fifty of his comrades. 
Even if we had a chance, it was by no means an easy 
matter to extricate a dog thus brought to bay. Some 
of our best dogs were killed in the way described. 
On May 6th we had already so many specimens of 
fish preserved in formalin and spirit that I decided to 
use at least some specimens as additions to our stock 
of provisions. The question naturally arose “ Were 
these fish eatable? " and we drew lots as to who was 
going to risk the first fried fish, with the result that 
when the first dozen fish, hot and fried, appeared on 
the table, we all started at once, and none of us will 
forget how refreshing a change this meal of fresh, 
excellent-tasting fish became to us, who for months 
had been living on tinned food. 
On May 8th a very heavy gale was blowing with 
snow-drift. Ten feet of snow was outside the door. 
The elegant white petrel (Pagodroma Nivea) was 
seen from time to time soaring about the peninsula. 
The daylight was now very short. We were con- 
tinually returning to camp with ears, noses, cheeks, 
hands and feet frozen. 
On May oth we caught fifty-eight fish with only 
a few hours’ fishing. We had to cut holes through 
the ice to let the line down, and whilst sitting and 
watching the line we might be startled by a seal 
who saw a chance for a sniff of air suddenly shoot- 
ing his nose up through the hole at the side of our 
line, glaring at us, and then quickly disappearing. 
I saw four white petrels in the evening. 
