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Scott's Last Expedition

Monday, February 27th 1911

Awoke to find it blowing a howling blizzard – absolutely confined to tent at present – to step outside is to be covered with drift in a minute. We have managed to get our cooking things inside and have had a meal. Very anxious about the ponies – am wondering where they can be. The return party has had two days and may have got them into some shelter – but more probably they were not expecting this blow – I wasn’t. The wind is blowing force 8 or 9; heavy gusts straining the tent; the temperature is evidently quite low. This is poor luck.

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