The Home of the Blizzard: Being the Story of the Australasian Antarctic Expedition, 1911-1914Mawson, Douglas, Sir
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The Home of the Blizzard: Being the Story of the Australasian Antarctic Expedition, 1911-1914
Mawson, Douglas, Sir
Antarctica -- Discovery and exploration; Australasian Antarctic Expedition (1911-1914)
We retarded the sledge as much as possible and all went well for a
few minutes. Then the wind slewed the sledge, the runners struck an
irregularity in the surface and the whole capsized. This happened
repeatedly, until there was nothing to do but loose the two remaining
dogs and drag the sledge ourselves. The dogs were soon lost to sight,
except Pavlova, who remained with us all the time. As the hours of
light were short in August, darkness had come before Aladdin's Cave was
reached, and it was with some relief that we saw the sledge, flag-pole
and the expectant dogs suddenly loom up in front. The sleeping-bags and
other gear were passed down into the Cave and the dogs were fed.
When the doorway was opened in the morning, August 14, a blizzard with
dense drifting snow was in full progress. As it was not possible to see
any distance, and as our quarters were very comfortable, we decided to
wait for another day. Madigan and Ninnis went out and fed the dogs, who
were all snugly curled up in beds of snow.
The weather was no better on the 15th, but, as we were only five and a
half miles from the Hut, which was more comfortable and where there was
much work to be done, it seemed a shame to remain cooped up in idleness.
Madigan and Ninnis were both strongly in favour of making a dash for the
Hut, so we set off.
The sledge having been dug out, one man went in front to keep the course
and two men brought up the rear, holding back the load. With long-spiked
Swiss crampons we could hold up very well on the ice. In dense drift it
was not a simple matter to steer a correct course for the Hut and it was
essential not to deviate, as the rocky foreshores near which it stood
extended only for a mile east and west; on either side abutting on
vertical ice-cliffs. With a compelling force like a prance at our backs,
it was not a nice thing to contemplate finding ourselves on the brink of
a precipice.
The wind, however, was steady, and we knew at what angle to steer
to keep a rough course; and we were also helped by a number of
small crevasses between three and five and a half miles which ran
approximately north and south.
Half a mile had been covered before we remarked the absence of the dogs
which had been left to follow. We had taken for granted that they would
follow us, and were so fully occupied after starting that their absence
had passed unnoticed. It would be difficult to locate them if we
returned; the weather would improve in a few days; if they felt hungry
they would come down of their own accord. So we decided to go on without
them.
At two miles from the Hut the drift thinned out and the wind became more
gusty. Between the gusts the view ahead opened out for a considerable
distance, and the rocks soon showed black below the last steep fall.
Back at the Hut it was arranged that if the dogs did not return in a
reasonable time, Bage, Mertz and Hurley should go up to Aladdin's Cave
in search of them.
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