–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”—
“February 18, Friday. Turned out 5.30. Blizzarding all night. Found conditions too thick for travelling. Decided to wait and see if it would clear. Came on very hard about 8 o’clock, decided to lay up. Went out and dug the dogs out. Gave them a run. One day’s rest would do us the world of good, but we cannot afford it, it is about 100 miles odd to Hut Point.
“Temperature getting lower. Our clothes and finneskoes are in a dilapidated condition, and Mack seems to be getting weaker. If we have 2 men to drag in, I do not know what will happen. We have now 3 days provisions left. The blizzard carried on all day. Richy dug the dogs out in the evening and fed them.
“February 19, Saturday. Thought the tent was going to be blown from over us. Blizzarding all night. Up at 5.30. Richy dug out the dogs, who were completely buried. Put all hands on half rations, as this seems to have set in. Capt. Scott’s grave is in the vicinity of here, being 11 miles from One Ton Camp.”