Every day we have been ready to start for our depot eleven miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.
It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.
R. Scott
For God's sake look after our people.

Diary of the Terra Nova Expedition to the Antarctic. Thursday, March 29, 1912 (last entry)