e of her. Two other dogs, Jappy and Fusilier, had been
previously killed, as neither was of any use as a puller. Blizzard, who
had been always a great favourite with us, had to be shot next day.

When it had reached the edge of the glacier, our path led over a solid
ocean rising and faring in billows, two hundred and fifty feet in
height; no doubt caused by the glacier in its northward movement being
compressed against the southern side of Dixson Island. Still, the
"caravan" made considerable progress, ending with a day's journey of
sixteen miles.

During the small hours of November 28 the wind rose to a velocity of
sixty miles per hour, but gradually diminished to a twenty-knot breeze
as the day advanced. Light snow fell from a sky which was densely
clouded.

We still pursued a devious track amid rolling waves of ice, encountering
beds of soft snow through which the sledges moved slowly. By 6 P.M.
pinnacles and hummocks stood around on every side, and the light was
such that one could not distinguish crevasses until he was on top of
them. We had to camp and be satisfied with seven miles "to the good." By
this time the dogs were in good training and grew noticeably ravenous.
In the evening, before they were properly tethered, Shackleton seized
a one-week provision bag, ripped it open and ate a block of butter
weighing more than two and a half pounds. This was a loss to us, as
butter was regarded as a particular delicacy.

The sun was shining brightly next day and it was at once evident that we
were in a zone of tumbled and disrupted ice.

For many hours a way was won through a mighty turmoil of serac and over
innumerable crevasses with varied fortune. Just before lunch my two
sledges were nearly lost through the dogs swinging sharply to one side
before the second sledge had cleared a rather rotten snow-bridge. I was
up with the dogs at the time, and the first intimation I received of
an accident was on seeing the dogs and front sledge being dragged
backwards; the rear sledge was hanging vertically in a crevasse.
Exerting all my strength I held back the front sledge, and in a few
moments was joined by Ninnis and Mertz, who soon drove a pick and
ice-axe down between the runners and ran out an anchoring rope.

It was a ticklish business recovering the sledge which hung suspended in
the crevasse. It could not be lifted vertically as its bow was caught in
a V-shaped cornice formed by an overhanging mass of snow. To add