Identifier: worstjourneyinwo02 (find matches)
Title: The worst journey in the world, Antarctic, 1910-1913
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Cherry-Garrard, Apsley, 1886-1959
Subjects: British Antarctic ("Terra Nova") Expedition (1910-1913)
Publisher: London, Constable and co. ltd
Contributing Library: Wellesley College Library
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to-day have been exceptionally big: two atlunch must have lasted several seconds. The dogs seem tothink the devil is after them when one of these goes off, andput on a terrific spurt. It is interesting to watch themsnuffing in the hoof-marks of the mules, where there isevidently some scent left. In these temperatures they arealways kicking their legs about at the halts. As the sungained power this morning a thick fog came up very sud-denly. I believe this is a sign of good weather. November 11. Early morning. One Ton Depot. Wrightgot a latitude sight yesterday putting us six miles from OneTon, and our sledge-meter shows ^f, and here we are.More frost-bite this morning, and it was pretty cold startingin a fair wind and - 7° temperature. We have continuedthis really splendid surface, and now the sastrugi are point-ing a little more to the south of S.W. While there are notsuch big mounds, the surface does not yet show any signsof getting bad. There were the most beautiful cloud-effects
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OH a •-■■^ S O o Q WXH THE SEARCH JOURNEY 479 as we came along—a deep black to the west, shading intolong lines of grey and lemon yellow round the sun, with avertical shaft through them, and a bright orange horizon.Now there is a brilliant parhelion. Given sun, two dayshere are never alike. Whatever the monotony of theBarrier may be, there is endless variety in the sky, and Ido not believe that anywhere in the world such beautifulcolours are to be seen. I had a fair panic as we came up to the depot. I did notsee that one body of the ponies had gone ahead of theothers and camped, but ahead of the travelling ponies wasthe depot, looking very black, and I thought that there wasa tent. It would be too terrible to find that, though oneknew that we had done all that we could, if we had donesomething different we could have saved them. And then we find that the provisions we left here forthem in the tank are soaked with paraffin. How this hashappened is a mystery, but I think that th

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