"There have been numerous other expeditions, under Walter Wellman, Robert Stein, A. P. Low, E. P. Baldwin, and some Canadian explorers," continued Mr. Dawson, "but nobody has been able to equal Commander Peary's record." "It's a wonder that somebody doesn't try to reach the Pole with an airship," said Chet. "One explorer intends to try that. A European explorer, Andree, once went up from Spitzbergen in a balloon, and he was never heard of again. It's a dangerous piece of business, for one cannot tell where one is going to land, and to get much in the way of supplies in that forsaken portion of the globe is out of the question." "Maybe somebody will reach the Pole with an aeroplane," suggested Andy. "Not all the exploring has been done by the Americans," resumed Barwell Dawson. "One of the greatest foreign explorers was Dr. Fridtjof Nansen, a Norwegian. He made a memorable voyage in a vessel named the _Fram_, and managed to reach 86° 14' N. lat." "Almost as high as Commander Peary got," cried Chet. "Another explorer of note was the Duke of the Abruzzi, an Italian, who sailed for Franz Josef Land and wintered at Teplitz Bay, in 1899 and 1900. The Duke managed to reach 86° 33' N. lat., thus doing a trifle better than Nansen." "Good for the Duke," said Chet. "You certainly know a lot about the Pole," said Andy, admiringly. "You've got it on your fingers' ends." "Ever since I took the question up seriously I have read everything I could find on the subject," answered Barwell Dawson. "I do not intend to go at this in a haphazard fashion. My ship is going to be fitted out with the best possible care,--reënforced throughout the entire hull to resist the ice pressure,--and I shall pick my crew from among the strongest and bravest fellows I can find. To take a weakling on board would be foolhardy, for he could never stand the cold." "I suppose it is much colder than here in Maine," said Chet. "Yes, although not always. Even in upper Greenland the weather is at times comparatively mild. The worst time is the Long Night, as it is termed. Then, it is not only bitterly cold, but darkness is apt to take the heart out of a fellow. Some men cannot stand the night at all, and nearly go crazy, but I have never been affected that way." "Give me a good lamp and I shall not mind it," said Professor Jeffer. "I would spend the time in profitable reading, or in writing a book or magazine article." "When you were up there hunting, did you sail along the Greenland coast?" asked Chet, suddenly. "Of course." "Did you ever meet any whalers?" "Oh, yes, quite a number. Some of them go north quite a distance. They have to sail many miles to get the right kind of whales." "Did you--did you ever meet a whaler named the _Betsey Andrews_?" "The _Betsey Andrews_?" mused Barwell Dawson. "Where was she from?" "From New Bedford, Captain Jacob Spark." "Why, yes, I did. What do you know of her?"