242 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [November 
a cross between a lamb and a very vigorous young bull. 
This resounded from the granite cliff above us — and 
occasionally the mother re-echoed it from the tide crack, 
where she wisely kept. I was glad to see eight seals 
here — most of which I intended to kill. Gran caught 
the yoaag one by the tail, which increased the bellows of 
anguish. It then bolted to the water, in which it swam 
readily, and we turned in amid a chorus from the seals. 
On the 30th we journeyed on round the steep face 
of the Discovery Bluff and opened up a fine little bay 
with a regular beach of granite boulders. Here was 
much lichen and lots of ' knobs ' of dried-up moss. I 
climbed up a few hundred feet and got a good view to the 
south-west, where a beautiful glacier came into the 
harbour at such a low angle it seemed to offer a feasible 
route to the hinterland. Debenham had discovered 
a nice patch of gravel and a suitable site for our stone 
kitchen, so we decided to make our headquarters on this 
point, which we cliristened Cape Geology. The beach, 
in honour of our country and of the mossy verdure, and 
in memory of our isolation, we named Botany Bay ! 
We had lunch about 3 r.M. and then we marched off 
to (^et the wherewithal for our first scal-hoosh. A seal 
lay only a quarter of a mile west of the camp. I poleaxed 
her with, an ice axe and we cut her up under Forde's 
direction. Forde's right hand was still in bandages 
from the serious frostbite of September and, indeed, 
his third finger had not recovered by the end of our 
expedition. 
It was rather a sanguinary business, especially for 
