The animals suffer most, and during this first blizzard all our ponies were weakened, and two of them became practically useless.  It must be remembered that they had stood for five weeks upon a heaving deck; they had been through one very bad gale:  the time during which we were unloading the ship was limited, and since that time they had dragged heavy loads the greater part of 200 miles.  Nothing was left undone for them which we could manage, but necessarily the Antarctic is a grim place for ponies.  I think Scott felt the sufferings of the ponies more than the animals themselves.  It was different for the dogs.  These fairly warm blizzards were only a rest for them.  Snugly curled up in a hole in the snow they allowed themselves to be drifted over.  Bieleglas and Vaida, two half brothers who pulled side by side, always insisted upon sharing one hole, and for greater warmth one would lie on the top of the other.  At intervals of two hours or so they fraternally changed places.

This blizzard lasted three days.

We now marched nearly due south, the open Barrier in front, Mount Terror and the sea behind, for five days, covering fifty-four miles, when, being now level with the southern extremity of the Bluff, we laid the Bluff Depot.  The bearings of Bluff Depot, as well as those of Corner Camp, are given in Scott’s Last Expedition.

The characteristics of these days were the collapse of two of the ponies, Bluecher and Blossom, and the partial collapse of a third, Jimmy Pigg, although the surface hardened, becoming a marbled series of wind-swept ridges and domes in this region.  For the rest the new hands were finding out how to keep warm on the Barrier, how to pitch a tent and cook a meal in twenty minutes, and the thousand and one little tips which only experience can teach.  But all the care in the world could do little for the poor ponies.

It must be confessed at once that some of these ponies were very poor material, and it must be conceded that Oates who was in charge of them started with a very great handicap.  From first to last it was Oates’ consummate management, seconded by the care and kindness of the ponies’ leaders, which obtained results which often exceeded the most sanguine hopes.

One evening we watched Scott digging crumbly blocks of snow out of the Barrier and building a rough wall, something like a grouse butt, to the south of his pony.  In our inmost hearts I fear we viewed these proceedings with distrust, and saw in it but little usefulness,—­one little bit of leaky wall in a great plain of snow.  But a very little wind (which you must understand comes almost invariably from the south) convinced us from personal experience what a boon these walls could be.  Henceforward every night on camping each pony leader built a wall behind his pony while his pemmican was cooking, and came out after supper to finish this wall before he turned in to his sleeping-bag—­no small thing when you consider that the warmth of your hours of rest depends largely upon getting into your bag immediately you have eaten your hoosh and cocoa.  And not seldom you might hear a voice in your dreams:  “Bill!  Nobby’s kicked his wall down”; and out Bill would go to build it up again.