–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”—
“Up 5.30. The Padre had a better night. We massaged Mack before starting. Under way with a fair wind, but it unfortunately dropped, just as we reached a beastly surface. Sometimes hard and then sinking in up to the knees.
“Poor Skipper, what agony he was enduring. Asked him to ride on the sledge; he said he would not jeopardize the Padre’s chance; he is true blue, and we admire him for it. Lunch under way as usual. Similar surface in the afternoon. In spite of obstacles, put in 13 miles 1,700 yards for the day. If all goes well will reach 80º Depot tomorrow.
“Padre not so well. Dogs in excellent condition, although the surface has been very difficult for them to-day. [Ernest] Wild is a brick the way he looks after the Padre.”