I had no idea we should be so expeditious.
It snowed hard all last night; there were about three or four inches of soft snow over the camp this morning and Simpson tells me some six inches out by the ship.

The camp looks very white.

During the day it has been blowing very hard from the south, with a great deal of drift.

Here in this camp as usual we do not feel it much, but we see the anemometer racing on the hill and the snow clouds sweeping past the ship.

The floe is breaking between the point and the ship, though curiously it remains fast on a direct route to the ship.