Tuesday, January 11, 2011

11 January, 1912

Camp 63

The afternoon was agonizing. I never had such pulling; all the time the sledge rasps and creaks.  We have covered 11 miles, but at fearful cost to ourselves.

We are about 74 miles from the Pole -- can we keep this up for seven days? It takes it out us like anything. None of us ever had such hard work before. Snow crystals falling all the time. The sun so bright and warm tonight that it is almost impossible to imagine a minus temperature. The snow seems to get softer as we advance.

Our chance still holds good if we can put the work in, but it's a terribly trying time.

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