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SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [January 
nevertheless was worked through small ice belts and she 
rounded Cape Bird on the morning of the i8th. About 
breakfast time the sun dispersed the mist and shone 
brightly. Tlie now familiar features of McMurdo Strait 
were clearly outlined to the southward, and our stout little 
ship steamed at full speed past Cape Royds towards our 
winter quarters. 
We had spent the last twenty-four hours in ^ squaring 
up ' and preparing our comfortable, if somewhat limited, 
accommodation for the reception of our comrades at Cape 
Evans. The mails were all sorted and each member's 
letters done up in pillow-slips with his name boldly printed 
thereon. We had only one piece of bad news, the death of 
poor Brissenden, for all the wives and relations were well, 
and eagerly looking forward to the return of the Expedition. 
Every telescope and binocular in the ship was levelled on 
the hut as Cape Evans opened out from behind the Cape 
Barne Glacier. The bay was free of ice and one or two 
figures were discernible outside the hut. 
The sliip rapidly closed the beach, and by the sudden 
lively movements of those ashore we knew that the 
Terra Nova had been perceived. 
As we stopped engines a crowd collected before the 
hut and we could count nineteen men — it was an 
exciting moment. 
The shore party gave three hearty cheers, to which 
the ship's company replied. The Commanding Officer, 
espying Campbell, shouted through a megaphone, ' Are 
you all well, Campbell ? ' At this our friends on shore 
became speechless, and after a very marked hush, which 
