72 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [August 
eager for more colour, will welcome the fuller description 
of the last march home, the welcome at Cape Evans, and 
general impressions of travel, which we owe to Mr. Cherry- 
Garrard's pen. 
We just pulled for all we were worth and did nearly two 
miles an hour ; for two miles a baddish salt surface, then 
big, undulating, hard sastrugi and good going. Several 
times I fell asleep as we were marching. We had done 
eight miles by 4 p.m. and were past Glacier Tongue. Then 
half a mile of bad pressure ice running from Glacier Tongue 
to Tent Island, and then rather worse going past Inacces- 
sible, where we met a strong northerly wind. Up to now 
the light from the moon had been good, but now the light 
was worse and wc were very done. At last we rounded 
the Cape and gradually pulled in and right up to the door, 
without disturbing anything. As we were getting out of 
our harness, always a big business in our frozen state, 
Hooper came out, suddenly said ' By Jove ! ' and rushed 
back, and then there was pandemonium. 
It was 9.30 P.M., and a good many had turned out of 
their beds. Everybody hung on to some part of us and 
got our clothes off : mine next morning weighed 24 lbs. 
As they heard our story or bits of it they became more 
and more astonished. We were set down to cocoa and 
bread and butter and jam : we did not want anything else. 
Scott I heard say, ' But, look here, you know, this is the 
hardest journey that has ever been made.' They told us 
afterwards that we had a look in our faces as if we were 
at our last gasp, a look which had quite gone next morning. 
