140 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [May 
May 6. — About three times a week we have to bring 
up salt water ice for the hoosh, as we have run out of salt. 
This morning Priestley and I went down for sea ice, and 
as usual were walking round Look-out Point to see if any 
seals were up, when coming across the sea ice in Arrival 
Bay we saw figures. We had often talked of the possibility 
of the ship being caught in Wood Bay and relieving us 
from that direction. 
We both got rather a thrill on sighting them, though 
they were so close to the open water as to make it 
improbable that they should be anything but penguins. 
Still I ran back to the hut for my glasses, as through the 
low drift they seemed tall enough to be men. 
Abbott followed me down with an ice-axe, since, if they 
were not men, they were food. They turned out to be four 
Emperor penguins heading into Arrival Bay, so we jumped 
the tide crack, all getting wet, and made off to intercept 
them. We came up with them after a long chase, and 
bagged the lot, Levick coming up just too late for the kill. 
Thev were in fine condition, and it was all we could do to 
carry them back to the hut, each taking a bird. There 
is no doubt our low diet is making us rather weak. We 
had a full hoosh and an extra biscuit in honour of the 
occasion. 
May 7.— A blizzard with heavy drift has been blowing 
all day, so it was a good job we got the penguins. We 
have got the roof on the shaft now, but in these blizzards 
the entrance is buried in snow, and we have a job to keep 
the shaft clear. Priestley has found his last year's journal, 
and reads some to us every evening. 
