We loaded some asbestos sheeting from the old magnetic hut on our sledges for Simpson, and by standing 1/4 mile off Hut Point got a clear run to Glacier Tongue.

I had hoped to get across the wide crack by going west, but found that it ran for a great distance and had to get on the glacier at the place at which we had left it.

We got to camp about teatime.

I found our larder in the grotto completed and stored with mutton and penguins--the temperature inside has never been above 27 deg., so that it ought to be a fine place for our winter store.

Simpson has almost completed the differential magnetic cave next door.