Finally he was captured and led forth once more between Oates and Anton.

He remained fairly well on the outward journey, but on the homeward grew restive again; Evans, who was now leading him, called for Anton, and both tried to hold him, but to no purpose--he dashed off, upset his load, and came back to camp with the sledge.

All these troubles arose after he had made three journeys without a hitch and we had come to regard him as a nice, placid, gritty pony.

Now I'm afraid it will take a deal of trouble to get him safe again, and we have three very troublesome beasts instead of two.

I have written this in some detail to show the unexpected difficulties that arise with these animals, and the impossibility of knowing exactly where one stands.