THE LAST CAMP 
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a continuous gale from W.S.W. and S.W. We had fuel 
to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two 
days on the 20th. Every day we have been ready to start 
for our depot // miles away, but outside the door of the 
tent it remains a scene of whirling drift, I do not think 
we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick 
it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, 
and the end cannot be far. 
It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more. 
R. Scott. 
For God's sake look after our people. 
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