The next day 150 gallons were removed, the men taking it in turns to bale at intervals during the night; 160 more gallons were baled out during the next twenty-four hours, till one man rather pathetically remarked in his diary, "This is what nice, mild, high temperatures mean to us: no wonder we prefer the cold." Eventually, by removing a portion of one wall a long channel was dug nearly down to the sea, completely solving the problem.

Additional precautions were taken by digging away the snow which surrounded the hut after each blizzard, sometimes entirely obscuring it.
A huge glacier across the bay behind the hut nearly put an end to the party.

Enormous blocks of ice weighing many tons would break off and fall into the sea, the disturbance thus caused giving rise to great waves.

One day Marston was outside the hut digging up the frozen seal for lunch with a pick, when a noise "like an artillery barrage" startled him.

Looking up he saw that one of these tremendous waves, over thirty feet high, was advancing rapidly across the bay, threatening to sweep hut and inhabitants into the sea.