The fifth tent was a ramshackle affair.

The material of the torn eight-man tent had been drawn over a rough framework of oars, and shelter of a kind provided for the men who occupied it.
The arrangement of our camp, the checking of our gear, the killing and skinning of seals and sea-elephants occupied us during the day, and we took to our sleeping-bags early.

I and my companions in No.

1 tent were not destined to spend a pleasant night.

The heat of our bodies soon melted the snow and refuse beneath us and the floor of the tent became an evil smelling yellow mud.