from Lt. Edward “Teddy” Evans account, “South With Scott”
“On Christmas Eve we were 8,000 feet above the Barrier, and we imagined we were clear of crevasses and pressure ridges. We now felt the cold far more when marching than we had done on the Beardmore.
“The wind all the time turned our breath into cakes of ice on our beards. Taking sights when we stopped was a bitterly cold job; fingers had to be bared to work the little theodolite screw, and in the bitin wind one’s finger-tips soon went. Over 16 miles were laid behind us on Christmas Eve when we reached Latitude 85 degrees 35′ S. . . .