Farthest North, Vol. I: Being the Record of a Voyage of Exploration of the Ship 'Fram' 1893-1896Nansen, Fridtjof
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Farthest North, Vol. I: Being the Record of a Voyage of Exploration of the Ship 'Fram' 1893-1896
Nansen, Fridtjof
"Fram" Expedition (1893-1896); Arctic regions -- Discovery and exploration; Nansen, Fridtjof, 1861-1930 -- Travel -- Arctic regions
The doctor here on board has nought to do, boys;
Not a man to test his skill among the crew, boys;
Well may he look blue,
There's nought for him to do,
When every man is strong and hearty, too, boys.
"Now on the Fram," boys,
He says "I am," boys,
"Chief editor of newspaper for you!" boys.
"'WARNING!!!
"'I think it is my duty to warn the public that a travelling
watchmaker has been making the round of this neighborhood lately,
getting watches to repair, and not returning them to their
owners. How long is this to be allowed to go on under the eyes
of the authorities?
"'The watchmaker's appearance is as follows: Middle height,
fair, gray eyes, brown full beard, round shoulders, and generally
delicate-looking.
"'A. Juell. [42]
"'The person above notified was in our office yesterday,
asking for work, and we consider it right to add the following
particulars as completing the description. He generally goes
about with a pack of mongrel curs at his heels; he chews tobacco,
and of this his beard shows traces. This is all we have to say,
as we did not consider ourselves either entitled or called upon
to put him under the microscope.
"'Ed. Framsjaa.'
"Yesterday's observation placed us in 79° 0' north latitude, 139° 14'
east longitude. At last, then, we have got as far north again as we
were in the end of September, and now the northerly drift seems to
be steady: 10 minutes in 4 days.
"Monday, December 11th. This morning I took a long excursion to
westward. It is hard work struggling over the packed ice in the
dark, something like scrambling about a moraine of big boulders at
night. Once I took a step in the air, fell forward, and bruised my
right knee. It is mild to-day, only 9 1/2° below zero (-23° C.). This
evening there was a strange appearance of aurora borealis--white,
shining clouds, which I thought at first must be lit up by the moon,
but there is no moon yet. They were light cumuli, or cirro-cumuli,
shifting into a brightly shining mackerel sky. I stood and watched them
as long as my thin clothing permitted, but there was no perceptible
pulsation, no play of flame; they sailed quietly on. The light seemed
to be strongest in the southeast, where there were also dark clouds to
be seen. Hansen said that it moved over later into the northern sky;
clouds came and went, and for a time there were many white shining
ones--'white as lambs,' he called them--but no aurora played behind
them.
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