blankets singed and dirtied, Jones's face scorched and hair singed, and
Kennedy, one finger jammed. It was a fortunate escape from a calamity.

A large capsized berg had been noticed for some time, eleven miles to
the north. On the 14th, Harrisson, Dovers, Hoadley and Watson took
three days' provisions and equipment and went off to examine it. A brief
account is extracted from Harrisson's diary:

"It was a particularly fine, mild morning; we made good progress, three
dogs dragging the loaded sledge over the smooth floe without difficulty,
requiring assistance only when crossing banks of soft snow. One and a
half miles from 'The Steps,' we saw the footprints of a penguin.

"Following the cliffs of the shelf-ice for six and three quarter miles,
we sighted a Weddell seal sleeping on a drift of snow. Killing the
animal, cutting off the meat and burying it in the drift delayed us for
about one hour. Continuing our journey under a fine bluff, over floe-ice
much cracked by tide-pressure, we crossed a small bay cutting wedge-like
into the glacier and camped on its far side.

"After our midday meal we walked to the berg three miles away. When seen
on June 28, this berg was tilted to the north-east, but the opposite
end, apparently in contact with the ice-cliffs, had lifted higher than
the glacier-shelf itself. From a distance it could be seen that the
sides, for half their height, were wave-worn and smooth. Three or four
acres of environing floe were buckled, ploughed up and in places heaped
twenty feet high, while several large fragments of the broken floe were
poised aloft on the old 'water-line' of the berg.

"However, on this visit, we found that the berg had turned completely
over towards the cliffs and was now floating on its side surrounded by
large separate chunks; all locked fast in the floe. In what had been the
bottom of the berg Hoadley and Watson made an interesting find of stones
and pebbles--the first found in this dead land!

"Leaving them collecting, I climbed the pitted wave-worn ice, brittle
and badly cracked on the higher part. The highest point was fifty feet
above the level of the top of the shelf-ice. There was no sign of open
water to the north, but a few seals were observed sleeping under the
cliffs."

Next morning the weather thickened and the wind arose, so a start
was made for the Base. All that day the party groped along in the
comparative shelter of the cliff-face until forced to camp. It was