It took half an hour to heat a mug of melted snow in this way.

"Same old thing, no ceasing of this blizzard," was Joyce's note twenty-four hours later.

"Hardly any food left except tea and sugar.

Richards, Hayward, and I, after a long talk, decided to get under way to-morrow in any case, or else we shall be sharing the fate of Captain Scott and his party.

The other tent seems to be very quiet, but now and again we hear a burst of song from Wild, so they are in the land of the living.
We gave the dogs the last of their food to-night, so we shall have to push, as a great deal depends on them." Further quotations from Joyce's diary tell their own story.
"February 23, Wednesday .-- About 11 o'clock saw a break in the clouds and the sun showing.