The Great White North: The story of polar exploration from the earliest times to the discovery of the poleWright, Helen S. (Helen Saunders)
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The Great White North: The story of polar exploration from the earliest times to the discovery of the pole
Wright, Helen S. (Helen Saunders)
Arctic regions; North Pole
“Not knowing where to go, we wandered among heavy hummocks of ice,
and suffering from cold, fatigue, and anxiety, were soon completely
bewildered. Several of our party now began to exhibit symptoms of that
horrid kind of insensibility which is the prelude of sleep. They all
professed extreme willingness to do what they were told in order to keep
in exercise, but none obeyed; on the contrary, they reeled about like
drunken men. The faces of several were severely frost bitten, and some
had for a considerable time lost sensation in their fingers and toes;
yet they made not the slightest exertion to rub the parts affected,
and even discontinued their general custom of warning each other on
observing a discoloration of the skin. Mr. Palmer employed the people in
building a snow wall, ostensibly as a shelter from the wind, but in fact
to give them exercise when standing still must have proved fatal to men
in our circumstances. My attention was exclusively directed to Sergeant
Speckman, who, having been repeatedly warned that his nose was frozen,
had paid no attention to it, owing to the state of stupefaction into
which he had fallen. The frost bite now extended over one side of his
face, which was frozen as hard as a mask; the eyelids were stiff and one
corner of the upper lip so drawn up as to expose the teeth and gums. My
hands being still warm, I had happiness in restoring circulation, after
which I used all my endeavors to keep the poor fellow in motion; but he
complained sadly of giddiness and dimness of sight, and was so weak as
to be unable to walk without assistance. His case was so alarming that I
expected every moment he would lie down never to rise again.
“Our prospect now became every moment more gloomy, and it was but too
probable that four of our party would be unable to survive another hour.
Mr. Palmer, however, endeavored, as well as myself, to cheer the people
up, but it was a faint attempt, as we had not a single hope to give them.
Every piece of ice, or even of small rock or stone, was now supposed to
be the ships, and we had great difficulty in preventing the men from
running to the different objects which attracted them, and consequently
losing themselves in the drift. In this state, while Mr. Palmer was
running round us to warm himself, he suddenly pitched on a new beaten
track, and as exercise was indispensable, we determined on following
it, wherever it might lead us. Having taken the Sergeant under my coat,
he recovered a little, and we moved onward, when to our infinite joy we
found that the path led to the ships.”
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