92 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [March 
and take such an interest in us; but they and the seals 
are our only fresh naeat. 
Sunday y March 5. — We have put in a good week's 
work, thanks to fine weather. The hut was ready and 
we moved in last night, and celebrated the occasion with 
a great house-warming. We have also had time to put 
up the meteorological screen and dig a beautiful ice-house 
in a small stranded berg on the south shore. Unfortu- 
nately, the day after the larder was filled a big surf came 
rolling in and the berg began to break up. We had only 
just time to rescue the forty penguins with which we 
had stocked it, and carry the little corpses to a near ice- 
house built of empty cases filled with ice and well out of 
reach of the sea. The whole beach we are on is a penguin 
rookery in summer, and has been so for generations. We 
are constantly reminded of it— in fact so forcibly is this 
so inside the hut, that before putting down the floor 
Levick dressed the ground with bleaching-powder. He 
did this so thoroughly, and inhaled so much of the gas, 
that he had to retire to his bunk blind in both eyes, 
with a bad sore throat and all the symptoms of a heavy 
cold in his head. 
This afternoon Abbott, Priestley, Levick, and I 
climbed to the top of Cape Adare, and certainly the view 
over the bay was lovely, the east side of the peninsula 
descending in a sheer cliff to the Ross Sea. We collected 
some fine bits of quartz and erratic boulders about 1000 
feet up, and Levick got some good photographs of the 
Admiralty Range. On the way down I found some green 
alga on the rocks. 
