It was plain that only the ponies could go by it--no loads.
Since that everything has been rushed--and a wonderful day's work has resulted; we have got all the forage and food sledges and equipment off to the ship--the dogs will follow in an hour, I hope, with pony harness, &c., that is everything to do with our depot party, except the ponies.
As at present arranged they are to cross the Cape and try to get over the Southern Road [8] to-morrow morning.

One breathes a prayer that the Road holds for the few remaining hours.

It goes in one place between a berg in open water and a large pool of the glacier face--it may be weak in that part, and at any moment the narrow isthmus may break away.

We are doing it on a very narrow margin.
If all is well I go to the ship to-morrow morning after the ponies have started, and then to Glacier Tongue..