Sunday, July 11, 2010

5 July, 1911

Atkinson has a bad hand today, immense blisters on every finger giving then the appearance of sausages.

Nasty, eh?

Evans dressed it for him. Not useful having our other doctor, Wilson, away, at a time like this.

The ponies have a parasite we will treat with carbolic acid. They have rubbed patches of hair off their coats they can ill afford to lose.

The day has been gloriously fine again,with bright moonlight all the afternoon. It was a wondrous sight to see Erebus emerge from soft filmy clouds of mist as though some thin veiling had been withdrawn with infinite delicacy to reveal the pure outline of this moonlit mountain.

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