The pity is that he is an excellently strong pony otherwise.

Atkinson has a bad heel and laid up all day--his pony was tied behind another sledge, and went well, a very hopeful sign.
In the afternoon I led the ponies out 2 3/4 miles south to the crossing of the pressure ridge, then east 1 1/4 till we struck the barrier edge and ascended it.

Going about 1/2 mile in we dumped the loads--the ponies sank deep just before the loads were dropped, but it looked as though the softness was due to some rise in the surface.
We saw a dark object a quarter of a mile north as we reached the Barrier.

I walked over and found it to be the tops of two tents more than half buried--Shackleton's tents we suppose.

A moulting Emperor penguin was sleeping between them.