Scott's Last Expedition Volume I by Robert Falcon Scott
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page 169 of 632 (26%)
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So we are resting in our tents, waiting to start to-night. Gran has
gone back for the snow-shoes--he volunteered good-naturedly--certainly his expertness on ski is useful. Last night the temperature fell to -6° after the wind dropped--to-day it is warm and calm. _Impressions_ The seductive folds of the sleeping-bag. The hiss of the primus and the fragrant steam of the cooker issuing from the tent ventilator. The small green tent and the great white road. The whine of a dog and the neigh of our steeds. The driving cloud of powdered snow. The crunch of footsteps which break the surface crust. The wind blown furrows. The blue arch beneath the smoky cloud. The crisp ring of the ponies' hoofs and the swish of the following sledge. The droning conversation of the march as driver encourages or chides |
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