Something New in Dramatics 127 After the Bath 137 Dinner is Served 147 A Far-off Fashion Plate 157 A Nimrod of the North 167 An Arch Archeologist 177 The Battle on the Brink 187 Ode to the Aurora 197 A Moment Musical 209 Dirty Work at the Igloo? 221 A Consultation 233 Photographs by N. COURTNEY OWEN MY NORTHERN EXPOSURE Chapter I _The Origin of the Expedition. A memorable meeting. Inklings of a plot. My innocent enthusiasm. Our personnel. I put the proposition up to Triplett._ MY NORTHERN EXPOSURE Chapter I "Mush!" The cry of command rang out on the frosty air. "Mush!" Again the surrounding ice echoed the word which seems, more than any other, to tell the whole story of the North. At its repetition, my sturdy followers hurled their bulks against the trace-collars while a babel of exhortation shattered the silence. "Let's go!" "We're off." "Attaboy!" The Traprock Polar Expedition was on its way! We had reached the edge of the great polar-pack. Those of my readers whose knowledge of ice packs is limited to those which can be wrapped in an ordinary hand-towel can, of course, form no impression of the magnitude and desolation of the scene which lay before us. As far as the eye could see.... But I am far north of my narrative. It would be an obvious injustice to my companions and fellow-polarists to omit mention at this time of the personnel of our extraordinary expedition, the most complete and carefully organized that ever set out toward the Big Peg. Let us go back, then, in memory to the eventful meeting of the Explorers Union, held in Cambridge on Friday, April 1st, 1921. I can see the picture with vivid distinctness, the shining bald-heads and snowy crowns of the aged members, o'er arched by the larger but no more dignified dome of the Rotunda itself, the bright spots of light on the polished mahogany table, the swift fingered secretary, who had gorgeous henna hair, I remember--I can see it all;--and I can hear clearly the voice of old Dr. Waxman, the President, (whose exploits in the Ant-Arctic will be well remembered,[2]) as he rose and said, "Well then, gentlemen, it is settled. Traprock must go." The company as one man echoed the President's remark. "Traprock must go!"