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SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION 
[November 
curses audibly ! Gran slips about on the ice and nearly 
kicks out Forde's patella. I get up steam too much on 
easy ground till I hear Forde out of time. We come to an 
ice ridge and there's bound to be soft snow just beyond. 
You step into this just as the sledges start up the little 
slope, slip down nearly to the knee, flounder about, and the 
whole caravan stops ! So twisted I my right leg and it 
twinges all the time, while Gran diagnoses burst veins 
with great gusto. . . ' How Debenham got through 
with his disabled knee I don't know. We used to yell out 
' Crack ' as Gran and I stepped into them first, and so he 
managed to keep out of some, but he suffered some awful 
wrenches with gallant fortitude. 
On Sunday the 26th we camped amid a cluster of 
icebergs not far from a low rocky cape. 
It was very heavy pulling through the snow which had 
collected around the bergs. As we reached the screw pack 
at the cape I wished to photograph the great cubes of sea- 
ice thrown 20 feet up on to the rocks by previous gales. 
Gran went ahead, and almost immediatelv cried out that 
Granite Harbour was in sight. I hastily climbed up 
through the granite blocks and there it was ; we were 
right at it ! This was Cape Roberts, and it formed the 
south extremity of the outer part of the harbour. We had 
arrived three days sooner than the coast charts had led 
us to expect, and who so joyful as we ! 
Looking north-west we could see a large and deep bay, 
some ten miles across, very like New Harbour in appear- 
ance. It contained two inner fiord valleys — of which the 
southern is occupied by the Mackay Glacier and is much 
