Nearest the Pole: a narrative of the polar expedition of the Peary Arctic Club in the S.S. Roosevelt, 1905-1906Peary, Robert E. (Robert Edwin)
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Nearest the Pole: a narrative of the polar expedition of the Peary Arctic Club in the S.S. Roosevelt, 1905-1906
Peary, Robert E. (Robert Edwin)
Arctic regions
Absence of suitable snow put an igloo out of the question, and a
semi-cave under a large cake of ice was so cold that we could stop only
long enough to make tea. Here I left a broken sledge and nine exhausted
dogs. Just east of us a floe had been driven ashore, and forced up over
the ice-foot till its shattered fragments lay a hundred feet up the
talus of the bluff. It seemed impassable, but the crack at the edge of
the ice-foot allowed us to squeeze through; and soon after we rounded
the point, and I was satisfied by the “feel” of the shore, for we could
see nothing, that we were at one of the entrances of Discovery Harbour,
but which, I could not tell.
Several hours of groping showed that it was the eastern entrance. We had
struck the centre of Bellot Island, and at midnight of January 6th we
were stumbling through the dilapidated door of Fort Conger. A little
remaining oil enabled me, by the light of our sledge cooker, to find the
range and the stove in the officers’ quarters, and, after some
difficulty, fires were started in both. When this was accomplished, a
suspicious “wooden” feeling in the right foot led me to have my kamiks
pulled off, and I found, to my annoyance, that both feet were frosted.
Coffee from an open tin in the kitchen, and biscuit from the table in
the men’s room, just as they had been dropped over fifteen years ago,
furnished the menu for a simple but abundant lunch. A hasty search
failing to discover matches, candles, lamps, or oil, we were forced to
devise some kind of a light very quickly, before our oil burned out.
Half a bottle of olive oil, a saucer, and a bit of towel furnished the
material for a small native lamp, and this, supplemented by pork fat and
lard, furnished us light for several days, until oil was located.
Throwing ourselves down on the cots in the officers’ rooms, after
everything had been done for my feet, we slept long and soundly.
Awakening, it was evident that I should lose parts or all of several
toes, and be confined for some weeks. The mean minimum temperature
during the trip was –51.9° F., the lowest –63° F.
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