MID-GLACIER DEPOT REACHED 
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At 8.30 I dimly made out the land of the Cloudmaker. 
At 9 we got up, deciding to have tea, and with one biscuit, 
no pemmican, so as to leave our scanty remaining meal 
for eventualities. We started marching, and at first had 
to wind our way through an awful turmoil of broken 
ice, but in about an hour we hit an old moraine track, 
brown with dirt. Here the surface was much smoother 
and improved rapidly. The fog still hung over all and 
we went on for an hour, checking our bearings. Then the 
whole place got smoother and we turned outward a little. 
Evans raised our hopes with a shout of depot ahead, but it 
proved to be a shadow on the ice. Then suddenly Wilson 
saw the actual depot flag. It was an immense relief, and 
we were soon in possession of our 3^ days' food. The 
relief to all is inexpressible ; needless to say, wc camped 
and had a meal. 
Marching in the afternoon, I kept more to the left, and 
closed the mountain till we fell on the stone moraines. 
Here Wilson detached himself and made a collection, 
whilst we pulled the sledge on. Wc camped late, abreast 
the lower end of the mountain, and had nearly our usual 
satisfying supper. Yesterday was the worst experience 
of the trip and gave a horrid feeling of insecurity. Now 
we are right up, wc must march. In future food must be 
worked so that we do not run so short if the weather fails 
us. Wc mustn't get into a hole like this again. Greatly 
relieved to find that both the other parties got through 
safely. Evans seems to have got mixed up with pressures 
like ourselves. It promises to be a very fine day to-morrow. 
The valley is gradually clearing. Bowers has had a 
