Saturday, March 20, 2010

19 March, 1911

Well the small dog with the gangrene died today. Others don't look so well, but we hope they will pull through. The continuous bad weather is awful for them - we try our best to make them comfortable but they insist on sleeping outside in it. Five or six are running loose. I dare not let the stronger dogs loose. Best by far to keep them chained up.

I suppose that Amundsen allows all his dogs to run loose and act like wild animals. I suppose he thinks they are more comfortable that way. I expect the bitches are forever producing litters to replenish his stock. He's probably erected a big tent for them to come and go as they please.

What a fool.

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