Wednesday, March 3, 2010
3rd March, 1911
It took us four hours to trudge just three miles this morning. The notes left at Safety Camp for Evans are not there. Also, the camp we hastily abandoned when we first came up on all this trouble days ago is wiped clean: nothing there either. Just sledge tracks and a set of pony hoofprints leading inland.
After pitching camp at Pram Point, Evans and his party approached. They are all in good condition. They returned to their camp later on, taking one of our sledges.
We are all pretty exhausted with the events of the last few days.
So far, one of our motor sledges and three of our ponies dropped into the sea. Not counting the ones we lost on the voyage out. We can't keep this up or we'll look like right fools.