only one hymn book amongst the party, which made it necessary
to write out copies of the hymns each week.

The sleeping-bags used on the first sledging journey had been hung up
near the roof. They were now taken down to be thoroughly overhauled. As
a consequence of their severe soaking, they had shrunk considerably and
required enlarging. Dovers's bag, besides contracting a good deal, had
lost much hair and was cut up to patch the others. He received a spare
one to replace it.

May 15 was a beautiful bright morning and I went over to an icy cape two
miles southward, with Harrisson, Hoadley, Dovers and Watson, to find
a road down to the sea-ice. Here, we had good fortune at last, for,
by following down a crevasse which opened out at sea-level into a
magnificent cave, we walked straight out on to the level plain. Along
the edge of the glacier there was not even a seal's blow-hole. Watson
took some photos of the cave and cliff.

It was Kennedy's term night; the work keeping him in the igloo from 10
P.M. until 2.30 A.M. He had had some difficulty in finding a means
of warming the observatory--an urgent necessity, since he found it
impossible to manipulate delicate magnetic instruments for three or four
hours with the temperature from -25 degrees F. to -30 degrees F. The
trouble was to make a non-magnetic lamp and the problem was finally
solved by using one of the aluminium cooking pots; converting it into
a blubber stove. The stove smoked a great deal and the white walls were
soon besmirched with a layer of soot.

The 17th, 18th and 19th were all calm but dull. One day I laid out a
ten-hole golf course and with some homemade balls and hockey sticks for
clubs played a game, not devoid of interest and excitement.

During a blizzard which descended on the evening of the 20th, Zip and
Sweep disappeared and on the 21st, a search on the glacier having been
in vain, Dovers and Hoadley made their way down to the floe. They found
Zip well and hearty in spite of having had a drop of at least forty feet
off the glacier. A further search for Sweep proved fruitless. We
were forced to conclude that he was either killed by falling over the
precipice or he had gone far away hunting for penguins.

The regular blizzard immured us on May 22, 23 and 24; the wind at
times of terrific force, approaching one hundred miles per hour. It was
impossible to secure meteorological observations or to feed the dogs
until noon on the 24th. Moyes and