Richards and Hayward went out of tent to prepare for getting under way, but the force of wind and snow drove them back.

The force of wind is about seventy to eighty miles per hour.

We decided to get the sleeping-bags in, which took some considerable time.

The worst of camping is the poor dogs and our weak condition, which means we have to get out of our wet sleeping-bags and have another half cup of tea without working for it.

With scrapings from dog-tank it is a very scanty meal.