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)
Besides the observations for position, necessary for navigation, sets of
angles were taken from time to time to fix the positions of objects
of interest appearing within the field of view, while the magnetic
variation was obtained at intervals. In this work Ninnis always
assisted me. Mertz boiled the hypsometer when necessary to ascertain our
elevation above sea-level. The meteorological conditions were carefully
noted several times each day for future comparison with those of other
parties and of Winter Quarters.
The day's work on November 24 brought us high up on the slopes. Away to
the north-west Aurora Peak was still visible, standing up like a mighty
beacon pointing the way back to the Hut. Below lay the Mertz Glacier
extending out to sea as a floating tongue beyond the horizon. Inland,
some twenty miles to the south, it mounted up in seamed and riven
"cataracts" to a smooth, broad and shallow groove which wound into the
ice-cap. Ahead, on our south-east course, the ground still rose, but
to the north-east the ice-sheet fell away in long wide valleys, at the
extremity of some of which icebergs were visible frozen into distant
sea-ice.
The tent was raised at 10 P.M. in a forty-mile wind with light drift;
temperature 10 degrees F. The altitude of this camp was two thousand
three hundred and fifty feet.
One of the worst features of drift overnight is that sledges and dogs
become buried in snow and have to be dug out in the morning. Thus on
the 25th it was 10 A.M. before we got away in a strong wind, with flying
snow, across fields of sastrugi.
The dogs detested the wind and, as their heads were so near the
ground, they must have found the incessant stream of thick drift very
tantalizing. The snow became caked over their eyes so that every few
minutes they had to scrape it away with their paws or rub their faces on
the ground.
We stopped at 6 P.M. after a miserable day, covering sixteen miles in
all.
November 26 broke overcast, the light being bad for travelling and the
wind still strong. Nevertheless we set out at 10 A.M. through falling
snow.
As the day progressed the wind subsided and Mertz was able to put on his
skis over a surface which sloped gradually away to the east. The light
was diffused uniformly over the irregularities of snow and ice so that
depressions only a few feet away were invisible. Black objects, on the
other hand, stood out with startling distinctness, and our attention was
soon arrested by a hazy, dark patch which appeared in front and to the
left. At first there was much doubt as to its nature, but it was
soon clear that it must be a group of rocks, apparently situated at a
considerable distance. They were subsequently found to be sixty miles
away (Organ Pipe Cliffs, near Cape Blake).
Presently our course ended abruptly at the edge of a precipitous fall.
We skirted round this for a while, but were ultimately forced to camp
owing to the uncertainty of the light and the proximity of several large
crevasses.
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