CLUE: Perdita's Diary
Sunday, February 2, 1834. Candlemas.
No blessing to be had for us on this day, or any day. The lethargy of
the crew is as palpable as the ice walls of our cramped camp tent. It
is impossible to take two steps in any direction without colliding with
a wall, a furnishing, or some listless soul.
Father spends all day with his bath
compass. I fear very much for the health of his mind.
Thursday, February 6, 1834. Lt
Harding has quit the tent entirely, preferring the shattering cold to
my company I expect. He paces up and down and gazes out across the sea
of ice until half-frozen I call him in to the stove. Then in half a minute
he is back out again and again I take up my place at the tent flap, lest
the cold take him and no one to call for help.
Sunday, February 9, 1834. He
is gone now for hours at a time
Monday, February 10, 1834. Suddenly
in a rage Master Dermot struck Addams with his cane, but Addams so impassive
as not to care. After half a dozen blows the rage left the Master and
in half an hour the incident seemingly all forgotten. Except for the teeth,
which I picked up later.
Lt Harding coming quite close to
me has proposed that we should return to the ship I am afraid the cold
has muddled his wits quire entirely
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