At 8 p.m. the men were roused, and after a meal of cold mutton and tea, the march was resumed.  A large open lead brought us to a halt at 11 p.m., whereupon we camped and turned in without a meal.  Fortunately just at this time the weather was fine and warm.  Several men slept out in the open at the beginning of the march.  One night, however, a slight snow-shower came on, succeeded immediately by a lowering of the temperature.  Worsley, who had hung up his trousers and socks on a boat, found them iced-up and stiff; and it was quite a painful process for him to dress quickly that morning.  I was anxious, now that we had started, that we should make every effort to extricate ourselves, and this temporary check so early was rather annoying.  So that afternoon Wild and I ski-ed out to the crack and found that it had closed up again.  We marked out the track with small flags as we returned.  Each day, after all hands had turned in, Wild and I would go ahead for two miles or so to reconnoitre the next day’s route, marking it with pieces of wood, tins, and small flags.  We had to pick the road which though it might be somewhat devious, was flattest and had least hummocks.  Pressure-ridges had to be skirted, and where this was not possible the best place to make a bridge of ice-blocks across the lead or over the ridge had to be found and marked.  It was the duty of the dog-drivers to thus prepare the track for those who were toiling behind with the heavy boats.  These boats were hauled in relays, about sixty yards at a time.  I did not wish them to be separated by too great a distance in case the ice should crack between them, and we should be unable to reach the one that was in rear.  Every twenty yards or so they had to stop for a rest and to take breath, and it was a welcome sight to them to see the canvas screen go up on some oars, which denoted the fact that the cook had started preparing a meal, and that a temporary halt, at any rate, was going to be made.  Thus the ground had to be traversed three times by the boat-hauling party.  The dog-sledges all made two, and some of them three, relays.  The dogs were wonderful.  Without them we could never have transported half the food and gear that we did.

We turned in at 7 p.m. that night, and at 1 a.m. next day, the 25th, and the third day of our march, a breakfast of sledging ration was served.  By 2 a.m. we were on the march again.  We wished one another a merry Christmas, and our thoughts went back to those at home.  We wondered, too, that day, as we sat down to our “lunch” of stale, thin bannock and a mug of thin cocoa, what they were having at home.

All hands were very cheerful.  The prospect of a relief from the monotony of life on the floe raised all our spirits.  One man wrote in his diary:  “It’s a hard, rough, jolly life, this marching and camping; no washing of self or dishes, no undressing, no changing of clothes.  We have our food anyhow, and always impregnated with blubber-smoke; sleeping almost on the bare snow and working as hard as the human physique is capable of doing on a minimum of food.”