"We did get off from our camp," says Mackintosh, "but had only proceeded about four hundred yards when the fog came on so thick that we could scarcely see a yard ahead, so we had to pitch the tent again, and are now sitting inside hoping the weather will clear.

We are going back with only ten days' provisions, so it means pushing on for all we are worth.

These stoppages are truly annoying.

The poor dogs are feeling hungry; they eat their harness or any straps that may be about.
We can give them nothing beyond their allowance of three biscuits each as we are on bare rations ourselves; but I feel sure they require more than one pound a day.

That is what they are getting now....