191 1] THE OLD GLACIER TONGUE 
spoor standing up in relief two inches above the snow 
and made by an Emperor penguin, of which I should have 
much liked a stereo-photo. 
On the 2 1 St we came up to an old friend. Nearly filling 
a small bay was a giant berg about two miles long with 
a black spot near the north-east corner. This was the 
end of Glacier Tongue which had broken away on March i 
in the big gale and settled down fifty miles or so away on 
the other side of the Sound, 
The fodder depot had been left on the tongue by Gates 
in January and served as a useful survey mark. Our 
best route lay within this mass of transported ice. It 
was a good omen that there were some twenty seals 
basking off the cape, for we knew we should have to live 
largely on seal meat during our stay at Granite Harbour. 
As we pulled under the thirty-foot ice cliffs of the broken 
Tongue we could see remarkable snow folds apparent in 
some fresh sections — which tend to show that much of it 
had grown in situ (in its former position) from snow 
cornices and drift rather than from mainland ice. 
The mainland shore was now almost wholly covered 
by the southern portion of the huge piedmont glacier 
which extends in an unbroken ' Chinese Wall ' of ice to 
Granite Harbour. It was an imposing sight and an ugly 
one to a sledging party travelling over the sea ice — for as 
one moves north there are fewer and fewer places where it 
can be ascended, and its thirty-foot barrier affords a poor 
lee in time of trouble. This piedmont was moulded 
over hill and dale in an alternation of icy dimples and 
pimples, but several rounded domes and ridges projected 
