I led one of the supposedly safe ponies, and all went well whilst we made our journey; three loads were safely brought in.

But whilst one of the sledges was being unpacked the pony tied to it suddenly got scared.

Away he dashed with sledge attached; he made straight for the other ponies, but finding the incubus still fast to him he went in wider circles, galloped over hills and boulders, narrowly missing Ponting and his camera, and finally dashed down hill to camp again pretty exhausted--oddly enough neither sledge nor pony was much damaged.

Then we departed again in the same order.

Half-way over the floe my rear pony got his foreleg foul of his halter, then got frightened, tugged at his halter, and lifted the unladen sledge to which he was tied--then the halter broke and away he went.