–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”–—
“October 23rd, Saturday. Up 5.45. Glad to rise, miserable shivers. Warm when we turned in, – 30 during night. Under way 8 o’clock, with a cold south wind, -25. Set sail. ‘Just before starting, Jack and Hayward opened their sleeping bags and laid them out. Whilst having breakfast, the wind suddenly sprang up with heavy drift and filled them up. I pity them to-night.’ No land in sight, am steering by the sastrugi, which runs E.S.E and W.S.W. Having to run to keep up to sledge. Came on to ivory surface about 10.30. Took sail in.
“The wind increased and was so strong that it blew the sledge along without pulling, a sort of “Sledging de Luxe.”