162 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [February 
the end. The drifts about the camp are very deep — some 
of the sledges almost covered. It is the old story — eat and 
sleep, sleep and eat — and it's surprising how much sleep 
can be put in. 
Tuesday, February 7, 5 p.m. — Corner Camp, No. 6. 
The wind kept on through the night, commencing to lull 
at 8 a.m. At 10 a.m. one could see an arch of clear sky 
to the S.W. and W., White Island, the Bluff, and the 
Western Mountains clearly defined. The wind had fallen 
very light and we were able to do some camp work, digging 
out sledges and making the ponies more comfortable. 
At 11 a low dark cloud crept over the southern horizon 
and there could be no doubt the wind was coming upon 
us again. At 1 p.m. the drift was all about us once more 
and the sun obscured. One began to feel that fortune 
was altogether too hard on us — but now as I write the 
wind has fallen again to a gentle breeze, the sun is bright, 
and the whole southern horizon clear. A good sign is 
the freedom of the Bluff from cloud. One feels that we 
ought to have a little respite for the next week, and now 
we must do everything possible to tend and protect our 
ponies. All looks promising for the night march. 
Wednesday, February 8. — No. 7 Camp. Bearings : 
Lat. 78 0 13'; Mt. Terror N. 3 W. ; Erebus %i\ Terror 
2nd peak from south; Pk. 2 White Island 74 Terror; 
Castle Rk. 43 Terror. Night march just completed. 
10 miles, 200 yards. The ponies were much shaken by 
the blizzard. One supposes they did not sleep — all 
look listless and two or three are visibly thinner than 
before. But the worst case by far is Forde's little pony ; 
