Worsley thought that the uncomfortable heat of his feet was due to the frost-bites, and he stayed in his bag and presently went to sleep again.

He discovered when he turned out in the morning that the tussock-grass which we had laid on the floor of the cave had smouldered outwards from the fire and had actually burned a large hole in the bag beneath his feet.

Fortunately, his feet were not harmed.
Our party spent a quiet day, attending to clothing and gear, checking stores, eating and resting.

Some more of the young albatrosses made a noble end in our pot.

The birds were nesting on a small plateau above the right-hand end of our beach.