I9TIJ IN THE PINNACLE ICE 21; 
For the next two days we marched north — almost the 
opposite direction from our destination at Hut Point. 
At noon halt we found that Debenham had two toes 
frostbitten — owing to a tight boot — but with rubbing 
they came back all right. We camped at the edge of the 
Pinnacles, which here were over thirty feet high and 
separated by deep gullies filled with snags, glass-house, and 
all manner of obstructions. 
Next day we moved along the edge of the Pinnacles, 
which led us towards Butter Point, much to our disgust. 
During the forenoon we had heard weird ' blowings ' on our 
right, but it was rather a shock to come on a great bay 
in the Pinnacle ice, where the latter had recently broken 
off, and to see our friends the killer whales cruising around 
only 100 yards ahead ! We had to turn at once and march 
willy-nilly into the Pinnacles, so as to put a little distance 
between ourselves and the recent break of ' Orca Bay.' 
Before going many yards into the Pinnacles we came 
on a ' river ' of salt water, fifty feet or so below the general 
level. Luckily the pancake ice from Orca Bay had jammed 
in this ' river ' and it was strong enough to carry the sledges. 
We hauled them hand over hand up the further bank. 
After lunch we came to a fifteen-foot drop and we had 
of course to adopt relaying. Either Debenham or myself 
went ahead as quickly as possible and found a route by 
climbing pinnacles or bastions. The other three pulled 
the smaller sledge as indicated by the guide. After a mile 
or so we all went back and pulled the heavy sledge up 
to the other. 
Next day passed in the same way, but wc were cheered 
