–from Ernest Joyce’s account “The South Polar Trail”—
“At last the wind has ceased, going down on the 30th. We spent 36 hours in our sleeping bags, chewing biscuits. On the 30th we killed a seal at Cape Armitage. From then a plentiful supply came up and now we are in the land of plenty once more. The new moon came in bright and clear, promising fine weather for a considerable time. It seems strange not to have the howling wind, and a still hut. In a blizzard the hut shakes and rocks.