We lay still until the following afternoon, by which time the blizzard
had abated, and one could see a mile or two; accordingly we were up and
about, so that when the visibility suited, Debenham and I were once more
at work and Gran was away to Cape Evans for the purpose of replenishing
our food bag.

It is worthy of mention that Gran could easily carry sixty pounds weight
in a "rygsaek," (Norwegian knapsack for ski running and towing) and hung
about him whilst keeping up a speed on ski that made the best of us
sweat.

Debenham whilst in the neighbourhood of the Turk's Head found much of
interest to geologists, and was pleased at what we collected in the way
of information. "Deb" was one of the best cooks in the expedition, so we
fared well whilst he was with Gran and myself.

Gran kept us alive with his reminiscences, which were always amusing, and
he certainly possessed the liveliest imagination in the Expedition. He
ought to have been a brigand chief. Sometimes his imaginative foresight
led him to commit slight breaches of discipline, as the following
anecdote will show. On midwinter night when our table was gay and festive
Gran noticed an unopened pint bottle of champagne towards the end of the
feast, when "bubbley" was being superseded by port and liqueurs. Cleverly
he coaxed the champagne bottle on to his lap, under his jersey, and
finally into his bunk, where it remained hidden until such opportunity
should arise for its consumption.

Gran was too generous to finish it himself, and too wise to divide it
with many--a pint was for two and no more.