486 SCOTT'S LAST EXPEDITION [December 
in very much better condition than Shackleton's animals, 
and indeed there isn't a doubt they would go many miles 
yet if food allowed. The dogs are simply splendid, but 
came in wanting food, so we had to sacrifice poor little 
Michael, who, like the rest, had lots of fat on him. All the 
tents are consuming pony flesh and thoroughly enjoying it. 
We have only lost 5 or 6 miles on these two wretched 
days, but the disturbed condition of the weather makes 
me anxious with regard to the Glacier, where more than 
anywhere we, shall need fine days. One has a horrid 
feeling that this is a real bad season. However, sufficient 
for the day is the evil thereof. We are practically through 
with the first stage of our journey. Looking from the last 
camp towards the S.S.E., where the farthest land can be 
seen, it seemed more than probable that a very high latitude 
could be reached on the Barrier, and if Amundsen journey- 
ing that way has a stroke of luck, he may well find his 
summit journey reduced to 100 miles or so. In any case 
it is a fascinating direction for next year's work if only 
fresh transport arrives. The dips between undulations 
seem to be about 12 to 15 feet. To-night we get puffs 
of wind from the gateway, which for the moment looks 
uninviting. 
Four Days' Delay 
Tuesday, December 5.— Camp 30. Noon. We awoke 
this morning to a raging, howling blizzard. The blows 
we have had hitherto have lacked the very fine powdery 
snow— that especial feature of the blizzard. To-day we 
have it fully developed. After a minute or two in the 
