For at this time, near the end of November, we had the midnight sun.

"A thrice-blessed southerly wind" soon arrived to cheer us all, occasioning the following remarks in one of the diaries: "To-day is the most beautiful day we have had in the Antarctic--a clear sky, a gentle, warm breeze from the south, and the most brilliant sunshine.

We all took advantage of it to strike tents, clean out, and generally dry and air ground-sheets and sleeping-bags." I was up early--4 a.m .-- to keep watch, and the sight was indeed magnificent.

Spread out before one was an extensive panorama of ice- fields, intersected here and there by small broken leads, and dotted with numerous noble bergs, partly bathed in sunshine and partly tinged with the grey shadows of an overcast sky.
As one watched one observed a distinct line of demarcation between the sunshine and the shade, and this line gradually approached nearer and nearer, lighting up the hummocky relief of the ice-field bit by bit, until at last it reached us, and threw the whole camp into a blaze of glorious sunshine which lasted nearly all day.
"This afternoon we were treated to one or two showers of hail-like snow.

Yesterday we also had a rare form of snow, or, rather, precipitation of ice-spicules, exactly like little hairs, about a third of an inch long.
"The warmth in the tents at lunch-time was so great that we had all the side-flaps up for ventilation, but it is a treat to get warm occasionally, and one can put up with a little stuffy atmosphere now and again for the sake of it.