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SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION 
[March 
It is astonishing how the miscellaneous assortment of 
articles remaining in and about the hut have been put to 
useful purpose. 
This deserves description. 15 
Monday, March 13, a.m. — The weather grew bad 
on Saturday night and we had a mild blizzard yesterday. 
The wind went to the south and increased in force last 
night, and this morning there was quite a heavy sea 
breaking over the ice foot. The spray came almost up 
to the dogs. It reminds us of the gale in which we drove 
ashore in the Discovery. We have had some trouble with 
our blubber stove and got the hut very full of smoke on 
Saturday night. As a result we are all as black as sweeps 
and our various garments are covered with oily soot. 
We look a fearful gang of ruffians. The blizzard has 
delayed our plans and everyone's attention is bent on the 
stove, the cooking, and the various internal arrangements. 
Nothing is done without a great amount of advice received 
from all quarters, and consequently things are pretty 
well done. The hut has a pungent odour of blubber and 
blubber smoke. We have grown accustomed to it, but 
imagine that ourselves and our clothes will be given a 
wide berth when we return to Cape Evans. 
Wednesday, March 15, a.m. — It was blowing con- 
tinuously from the south throughout Sunday, Monday, 
and Tuesday — I never remember such a persistent 
southerly wind. 
Both Monday and Tuesday I went up Crater Hill. I 
feared that our floe at Pram Point would go, but yesterday 
