Julick
One of our best sledge dogs, Julick, has disappeared. I am afraid he's been set upon by the others at some distant spot and we shall see nothing more of him but his stiffened carcass when the light returns. Meares doesn't think the others would have attacked him, and that he has fallen into an ice crack or water. Either way, we must be resigned to another loss. It's an awful nuisance.
We seem to have chosen an especially wind-swept spot for our station. Our average wind speeds are 20mph, compared with 12 mph in Discovery days.
Was out for two hours this morning—it was amazingly pleasant to be able to see the inequities of one's path, and the familiar landmarks bathed in violet light. An hour after noon the northern sky was intensely red.
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