12 April, 1911

Wind rose during the night. Raging blizzard this morning. Much alarm about the ice on which we pitched camp. At 3, went around the island with Bowers, and found a little ice platform close under the weather side, so we resolved to shift camp there. Took two very cold hours, but we have much better shelter with sheer cliffs rising straight from the tents.

We only have provisions left for one meal. The wind swirling around is deafening; we cannot hear ourselves speak.

Suddenly found myself with cold feet.