Thursday, January 6, 2011

6 January, 1912

Camp 59

A fearfully hard pull again, and when we had marched about an hour we discovered that a sleeping bag had fallen off the sledge. W had to go back and carry it on. It cost us over an hour and disorganized our party. We have only covered 10 1/2 miles and it's been about the hardest pull we've had. We think of leaving our ski here, mainly because of the risk of breakage. Over the sastrugi it is all up and down hill, and the covering of ice crystals prevents the sledge from gliding even on the down-grade. The sastrugi, I fear, have come to stay, and we must be prepared for heavy marching, but in two days I hope to lighten loads with a depot. We are south of Shackleton's last camp, so I suppose, have made the most southerly camp.

Assuming, of course, that Amundsen isn't ahead of us.

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