At 5 o'clock the Hut Point telephone bell suddenly rang (the line was laid by Meares some time ago, but hitherto there has been no communication).

I had quite a talk with Meares and afterwards with Oates.

If we can keep the telephone going it will be a great boon, especially to Meares later in the season.

Meares came from Hut Point yesterday at the front end of a blizzard.

Meares got back from Corner Camp at 8 A.M. Sunday morninghe got through on the telephone to report in the afternoon.

Meares and Demetri came down on Thursday through the last of the blizzard.

The teams left on Friday afternoon, Czigane included; to-day Meares telephones that he is setting out for his second journey to Corner Camp without him.

This morning Meares announced his return from Corner Camp, so that all stores are now out there.

We all went back to the hut; Meares and Demetri have been busy, the hut is tidy and comfortable and a splendid brick fireplace had just been built with a brand new stove-pipe leading from it directly upward through the roof.

On our return we found Meares had returned; he and the dogs well.

Meares and Ponting are just off to Hut Point.

Meares has played too much for safety in catching us so soon, but it is satisfactory to find the dogs will pull the loads and can be driven to face such a wind as we have had.

It is amusing to see Meares looking eagerly for the chance of a feed for his animals; he has been expecting it daily.

Meares says another pony will carry him to the Glacier.

Meares says the best surface he has had yet.

Meares just come up and reporting very bad surface.

Meares has been measuring the holes made by ponies' hooves and finds an average of about 8 inches since we left One Ton Camp.

Meares had a bad trip home I suppose.

The thirty-three, all Siberian dogs excepting the Esquimaux 'Peary' and 'Borup,' were collected by Mr. Meares, who drove them across Siberia to Vladivostok with the help of the dog-driver Demetri Gerof, whom he had engaged for the expedition.

Meares is the greatest attraction; he has a full voice which is musical but always very flat.

Then Meares' dogs, which were all wandering about loose, started fighting our team, and we all had to leave Scott and go and separate them, which took some time.

There were now Scott, Oates, Crean, Gran, Meares, and myself here and only three sleeping-bags, so the three first remained to see if they could help Bowers, Cherry-Garrard, and the ponies, while Meares, Gran, and I returned to look after our dogs at Hut Point.

There were now Scott, Oates, Crean, Gran, Meares, and myself here and only three sleeping-bags, so the three first remained to see if they could help Bowers, Cherry-Garrard, and the ponies, while Meares, Gran, and I returned to look after our dogs at Hut Point.

Meares, Gran, and I walked up Ski Slope towards Castle Rock to meet Evans's party and pilot them and the dogs safely to Hut Point, but half-way we met Atkinson, who told us that they had now been joined by Scott and all the catastrophe party, who were safe, but who had lost all the ponies except onea great blow.

Woodford Mr. Meares Woodford House.