–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”—
“March 6th, Monday. Up 5.30. Under way 9.20. Same old slog, digging out dogs and sledges. Fair wind, set sail, picked up32-mile outer depot, 11 o’clock. Luched 12.30. Under way at 2 o’clock. The wind eased in the afternoon, which caused very heavy work. It is a great strain, three weak men (and four tired dogs) staggering along with three men on the sledge. Sledging under ordinary circumstances is solid hard graft. In this case it is almost heart-breaking at times. Camped at 8 o’clock in the dark. Richy gave the dogs a hot meal. Richy and [Ernest] Wild are two good pals, in spite of the hard grueling they are experiencing.
“At camping time we invariably make our patients smile by remarking ‘next stop, Piccadilly, Leicester Square,’ etc. Turned in 10 o’clock, tired and wet through.”