the wind comes up with a rush to fade in an hour or two. Clouds chase over the sky in similar fashion: the moon has dipped during daylight hours, and so one way and another there is little to attract one out of doors.
Yet we are only nine days off the 'light value' of the day when we left off football—I hope we shall be able to recommence the game in that time.
I am glad that the light is coming, for more than one reason. The gale and consequent inaction not only affected the ponies, Ponting is not very fit as a consequence—his nervous temperament is of the quality to take this wintering experience badly—Atkinson has some difficulty in persuading him to take exercise—he managed only by dragging him out to his own work, digging holes in the ice. Taylor is another backslider in the exercise line and is not looking well. If we can get these people to run about at football all will be well. Anyway, the return of the light should cure all ailments physical and mental.
Tuesday, July 18.—A very brilliant red sky at noon to-day and enough light to see one's way about.
This fleeting hour of light is very pleasant, but of course dependent on a clear sky, very rare. Went round the outer berg in the afternoon; it was all I could do to keep up with 'Snatcher' on the homeward round—speaking well for his walking powers.
Wednesday, July 19.—Again calm and pleasant. The temperature is gradually falling down to −35°. Went out to the old working crack[1] north of Inaccessible Island
- ↑ I.e. a crack which leaves the ice free to move with the movements of the sea beneath.
