–from the diary of Thomas Orde Lees—
“4 April. As fuel is so scarce, we have had to resort to melting ice for drinking water in tins against our bodies, i.e., in between the layers of our clothing, and we treat the tins of dog pemmican for breakfast similarly, by keeping them in our sleeping bags all night. In the morning, the otherwise hard cake has become deliciously soft pasty mass which, mixed up with hot milk, makes what we consider an absolutely perfect food.
“The dogs will now have no more need for their pemmican for the last two teams [including Tom Crean’s “purps”] were shot two days ago, the carcasses being carefully dressed in case they may be required as food. We had some of the dog meat cooked just to try and it was not at all bad. We shall not revolt at it if it ever comes to having to eat it.”