had opened up on the right. The day's march was a good one of
sixteen miles thirty-five yards.

The Bay of Winds did not belie its name. Throughout November 3 the
wind veered about in gusts and after lunch settled down to a hard
south-easter.

We had made a good start; more than sixty-two miles in a little over
four days. The camp was half-way across the Bay of Winds, with the
Alligator Nunatak six miles off on the "starboard bow" and the Rock of
the Avalanches seventeen miles straight ahead. Passing glimpses were
caught of the Hippo twenty-four miles distant.

On November 5, after a day's blizzard, there was much accumulated snow
to shovel away from tents and sledges. Finding the hauling very
arduous, we headed in for the land to find a better surface, passing the
Alligator Nunatak close on its southern side.

At noon on the 6th, the sledges were running parallel to the Rock of
the Avalanches, three miles away, and soon afterwards we came to a large
boulder; one of four in a line from the rock-cliffs, from which they had
been evidently transported, as they were composed of the same gneiss.

The Hippo was close at hand at four o'clock and, on nearing the
shattered ice about the depot, we released the dogs and pulled the
sledge ourselves. On being freed, they galloped over to the rock and
were absent for over an hour. When they returned, Amundsen's head was
daubed with egg-yolk, as we thought. This was most probable as scores of
snow petrels were flying about the rocks.

A nasty shock was awaiting us at the depot. The sledge, which had been
left on end, two feet buried in hard snow and with a mound six feet high
built round it, had been blown completely away. The stays, secured to
foodbags, were both broken; one food-bag weighing sixty-eight pounds
having been lifted ten feet. This was a very serious loss as the total
load to be carried now amounted to one thousand one hundred and eighty
pounds, which was too great a weight to be supported by one sledge.

It appeared, then, that the only thing to do was to include Harrisson in
the party, so that we could have his sledge. This would facilitate our
progress considerably, but against that was the fact that Moyes would be
left alone at the Base under the belief that Harrisson had perished.

A gale was blowing on the 7th, but as we were partly under the lee of
the Hippo, it was only felt in gusts. A visit was made to the Nunatak;
Harrisson to examine the birds, Watso