—from the diary of Thomas Orde Lees—
“22 July—The westerly blizzard shrieked all night but eased up at noon. East Bay is clear of ice and three penguins took advantage of it to come up. We took advantage of them to replenish our larder. If you stepped into our larder you would see nothing; you would walk over the dirty snow-covered floor unaware that you were standing on a foot-deep layer of penguin meat.
“We exhume it as required daily. The ‘outside peggy’, as we call the man on duty for the day, does it. It is a terrible job in a blizzard as there is no roof on the larder and the pieces of meat are frozen into such and iron-hard mass that it is very difficult to ascertain how many one has got. To attempt to knock them apart only breaks them in half, and they splinter like wood. To chop them with the chopper it is safest to wear goggles, as the chips fly like pieces of stone when stone-breaking.
“Our ‘sump’ has proved its value for we bailed out 20 gallons of hut-juice today.”