exceedingly sore, and there are other indications of strain. I must almost except Bowers, who, whatever his feelings, went off as gaily as usual on the search for the balloon.
Saw a very beautiful effect on my afternoon walk yesterday: the full moon was shining brightly from a quarter exactly opposite to the fading twilight and the icebergs were lit on one side by the yellow lunar light and on the other by the paler white daylight. The first seemed to be gilded, while the diffused light of day gave to the other a deep, cold, greenish-blue colour—the contrast was strikingly beautiful.
Friday, August 11.—The long-expected blizzard came in the night; it is still blowing hard with drift.
Yesterday evening Oates gave his second lecture on ‘Horse Management.’ He was brief and a good deal to the point. ‘Not born but made’ was his verdict on the good manager of animals. ‘The horse has no reasoning power at all, but an excellent memory’; sights and sounds recall circumstances under which they were previously seen or heard. It is no use shouting at a horse: ten to one he will associate the noise with some form of trouble, and getting excited, will set out to make it. It is ridiculous for the rider of a bucking horse to shout ‘Whoa!’—‘I know,’ said the Soldier, ‘because I have done it.’ Also it is to be remembered that loud talk to one horse may disturb other horses. The great thing is to be firm and quiet.
A horse's memory, explained the Soldier, warns it of events to come. He gave instances of hunters and racehorses which go off their feed and show great excitement
