But if the worst comes we have made up our minds to carry on and die in harness.

If any one were to see us on trek they would be surprised, three men staggering on with four dogs, very weak; practically empty sledge with fair wind and just crawling along; our clothes are all worn out, finneskoe and sleeping bags torn.

Tent is our worst point, all torn in front, and we are afraid to camp on account of it, as it is too cold to mend it.

We camped for our grand lunch at noon.

After five hours' struggling I think we did about three miles.