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SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [April 
a large fish frozen in the act of swallowing a small one. 
It looks as though both small and large are caught when 
one is chasing the other. 
We have achieved such great comfort here that one 
is half sorry to leave — it is a fine healthy existence 
with many hours spent in the open and generally some 
interesting object for our walks abroad. The hill climbing 
gives excellent exercise — we shall miss much of it at 
Cape Evans. But I am anxious to get back and see that 
all is well at the latter, as for a long time I have been 
wondering how our beach has withstood the shocks of 
northerly winds. The thought that the hut may have 
been damaged by the sea in one of the heavy storms will 
not be banished. 
A Sketch of the Life at Hut Point 
We gather around the fire seated on packing-cases, 
with a hunk of bread and butter and a steaming pannikin 
of tea, and life is well worth living. After lunch we are 
out and about again ; there is little to tempt a long stay 
indoors, and exercise keeps us all the fitter. 
The failing light and approach of supper drives us 
home again with good appetites about 5 or 6 o'clock, and 
then the cooks rival one another in preparing succulent 
dishes of fried seal liver. A single dish may not seem 
to offer much opportunity of variation, but a lot can be 
done with a little flour, a handful of raisins, a spoonful 
of curry powder, or the addition of a little boiled pea meal. 
Be this as it may, we never tire of our dish and exclamations 
