i9i i] MARCHING AGAINST A BLIZZARD 413 
So far, I never imagined a spring journey could be so 
pleasant. 
On the afternoon of the 24th we turned back, and 
covering nearly eleven miles, camped inside the Glacier 
Tongue. After noon on the 25th we made a direct course 
for C. Evans, and in the evening camped well out in the 
Sound. Bowers got angles from our lunch camp and I 
took a photographic panorama, which is a good deal over 
exposed. 
We only got z\ miles on the 26th when a heavy blizzard 
descended on us. We went on against it, the first time 
I have ever attempted to march into a blizzard ; it was 
quite possible, but progress very slow owing to wind 
resistance. Decided to camp after we had done two 
miles. Quite a job getting up the tent, but we managed 
to do so, and get everything inside clear of snow with the 
help of much sweeping. 
With care and extra fuel we have managed to get 
through the snowy part of the blizzard with less accumu- 
lation of snow than I ever remember, and so everywhere 
all-round experience is helping us. It continued to blow 
hard throughout the 27th, and the 28th proved the most 
unpleasant day of the trip. We started facing a very 
keen, frostbiting wind. Although this slowly increased 
in force, we pushed doggedly on, halting now and again 
to bring our frozen features round. It was 2 o'clock 
before we could find a decent site for a lunch camp under 
a pressure ridge. The fatigue of the prolonged march 
told on Simpson, whose whole face was frostbitten at 
one time— it is still much blistered. It came on to drift 
