292 British Antarctic Expedition. 
On February 28th we passed the Antarctic Circle. 
The temperature rose quickly as we advanced north- 
wards. One by one the layers of our thick clothing 
were dropped, and washing and shaving became 
almost an everyday event. On March 4th I ordered 
our last live penguin (4. Forsterit) to be thrown 
overboard, as he looked miserable, would not eat, 
and his spirits sank with the rise of the temperature. 
On March 6th we had a strong gale from 
W.N.W. There was a heavy, choppy sea. One 
of the dogs was washed overboard, and the rough 
sea prevented us from rescuing it. Poor faithful 
fellow, he was doing his best; sometimes jumping 
almost clear out of the water when on the top of 
a breaker, and all the while keeping his intelligent 
eyes on the stern of the Southern Cross as she trod 
her way northwards. Soon he was lost in the 
raging surf. 
On the 13th we all assembled in the cabin and 
drank to the health of Sir George Newnes, whose 
birthday it was. 
On the 21st we dropped anchor in Port Ross 
on Auckland Island at 9 a.m. The island, which is 
covered with thick brushwood, is almost impenetrable 
except along the stony beaches, or on the banks of the 
creeks. Here and there we found the tracks of wild 
pigs, but were unable to secure any. We longed for 
fresh meat and would have welcomed one. However, 
during the time we were lying at anchor we 
secured a number of wild ducks and two goats. After 
having taken in fresh water and cleared the pipes of 
the boilers, we departed on March 28th. 
At midnight on March 3oth, we arrived outside 
