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dropped from −21·5° at 11 a.m. to −45° at 9 p.m. We then made our night camp amongst the pressure ridges off the Terror moraine, on snow that felt soft and deep enough to be safe in what we believed to be one of the hollows [and when we camped after getting into a bunch of crevasses and being completely lost, 'At any rate,' Bill said, as we camped that night, 'I think we are well clear of the pressure.' There were pressure pops all night, just as though someone was whacking an empty tank.]

Thursday, July 27, 1911.—We got away with the coming of daylight and found that our suspicions overnight had been true. We were right in amongst the larger pressure ridges and had come for a considerable distance between two of them without actually crossing any but very insignificant ones. Ahead of us was a safe and clear road to the open Barrier to the south, but we wanted to go to the S.W. And as the pressure ridges were invariably crevassed on the summits we hoped that by continuing along this valley we might find some low spot where we could cross the ridge on our right, and again get on the safer land ice. We, however, found no such dip, and after some time decided we must cross the ridge on our right [an enormous pressure ridge, blotting out the moraine and half Terror, rising like a great hill]. In doing so we managed to negotiate several rottenly bridged narrow crevasses [both Bill and I putting a leg down] and one broad one which we only discovered when we were all on it with the sledge, and then Bowers dropped suddenly into one and hung