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Started from Hut Point 9 A.M. Tuesday. Party consisted of self, Bowers, P.O. Evans, Taylor, one tent; Evans, Gran, Crean, Debenham, and Wright, second tent. Left Wilson in charge at Hut Point with Meares, Forde, Keohane, Oates, Atkinson, and Cherry-Garrard.
An awning left by the "Discovery" was fixed up by several of us around the sleeping and cooking space, and although rather short of luxuries such as sugar and flour, we were never in any great want of good plain food. On March 14 the depot party was joined by Griffith Taylor, Debenham, Wright, and Petty Officer Evans.
I wonder who has that old house of yours now." "I heard the other day," said Jill more easily. The odd sensation of embarrassment was passing. "Some people called . . . what was the name? . . . Debenham, I think." Silence fell again. It was broken by the front-door bell, like an alarm-clock that shatters a dream. Wally got up. "Your uncle," he said. "You aren't going to open the door?"
Debenham and Wright are the most promising, but Taylor, Bowers and I are also getting the hang of the tricky exposures. Saturday, October 7. As though to contradict the suggestion of incompetence, friend 'Jehu' pulled with a will this morning he covered 3 1/2 miles without a stop, the surface being much worse than it was two days ago. He was not at all distressed when he stopped.
You should have seen his face when I told him that! He grinned all round his wicked old head. 'Did OLD Debenham admit the sale? says he; and when I said he had he chuckled to himself for about five minutes. He was so pleased that he did just what I hoped he would do; he showed me the great picture luckily it isn't by any means a large one also the case he's got it in.
"It's a copy!" I cried. "It's the copy I've been tearing all over the country to procure. It's the copy I faked back and front, so that, on your own showing, it imposed upon Craggs, and might have made him happy for life. And you go and rob him of that!" I could not speak. "How did you manage it?" inquired Sir Bernard Debenham. "Have you killed him?" asked Raffles sardonically.
Every night in the year, four of us sat in the small parlour of the George at Debenham the undertaker, and the landlord, and Fettes, and myself. Sometimes there would be more; but blow high, blow low, come rain or snow or frost, we four would be each planted in his own particular armchair.
Not much was said about the theory of volcanoes, but Debenham touched on American theories the melting out from internal magma. There was nothing much to catch hold of throughout, but discussion of such a subject sorts one's ideas. Saturday, June 17. Northerly wind, temperature changeable, dropping to -16°. Wind doubtful in the afternoon. Moon still obscured it is very trying.
After these parties got away, Meares and Debenham started with a lantern to search to and fro over the surface of our promontory. Simpson and Oates went out in a direct line over the Northern floe to the 'Archibald' thermometer, whilst Ponting and Taylor re-examined the tide crack towards the Barne Glacier.
Thus 11 o'clock came without change, then 11.30 with its 6 hours of absence. But at 11.45 I heard voices from the Cape, and presently the adventure ended to my extreme relief when Meares and Debenham led our wanderer home. He was badly frostbitten in the hand and less seriously on the face, and though a good deal confused, as men always are on such occasions, he was otherwise well.
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