258 
SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION 
[December 
Gran and Forde managed the thirteen-foot sledge, 
while Debenham and I transported gear, but it took a 
long time and many traverses to get everything up to our 
camp on the snow. Luckily my disabled hand did not 
prevent sledge-hauling or packing, but it was now a 
long time since I had been able to sketch, photograph, 
or use the theodolite. 
From the camp we could see open water, but it was 
a long way off ; so that I wrote : ' It must go out a mile 
a day, or Pennell will have trouble to meet us.' I re- 
member we spent that evening discussing a proposed 
sledge trip in Norway over the little ice-cap of Justedals 
Brae. 
We left our snug gravelly camp after breakfast and 
pushed off up the great glacier. We were well knotted 
to the sledge and I went on a longer line so as to prospect 
for crevasses. It was comforting to think that though 
I couldn't help to pull anyone else out, the other three 
would have no difficulty in dragging me up. We zig- 
zagged down from the Flat Iron on to the snow plateau. 
This was about ten miles wide and seven miles long. 
It was bounded by the long red ridge of granite ahead of 
us which we called the Redcliff Nunakol. On the south 
were the crevasses of the new glacier, while on the north 
were the icefalls of the Mackay, like a suddenly frozen 
storm-tossed sea. Gran said this would be called Skauk 
in Scandinavia, so we adopted that name. 
The surface was covered with deep snow and there 
were manv east-west depressions in this, into which we 
fell occasionally. I am not sure if they were crevasses; 
