Saturday, January 9, 2010

9 January, 1911

The first thing I saw this morning when I poked my nose out of the tent was the ship! She had not previously been visible from shore.

It has been a very productive day, with men, ponies and dogs running back and forth with supplies. Each man drags not less than 300lbs.

Sadly, we lost one of the dogs, which coughed and died after returning with a load. Atkinson is performing an autopsy on him to see what the cause might be.

Bowers proves a perfect treasure; there is not a single case he does not know or a single article of any sort which he cannot put his hand on at once.

The hut is progressing famously. We should be fully unloaded in a few more days.

It's warm. It's good to be busy watching our little outpost of the Empire rise and shine.

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