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)
All our available rope was tied together but the total length was
insufficient to reach the ledge and any idea of going below to
investigate and to secure some of the food had to be abandoned.
Stunned by the unexpectedness of it all and having exhausted the few
appliances we carried for such a contingency, we felt helpless. In such
moments action is the only tolerable thing, and if there had been any
expedient however hazardous which might have been tried, we should have
taken all and more than the risk. Stricken dumb with the pity of it and
heavy at heart, we turned our minds mechanically to what lay nearest at
hand.
There were rations on the other sledge, and we found that there was a
bare one and a half weeks' food for ourselves and nothing at all for the
dogs. Part of the provisions consisted of raisins and almonds which had
been taken as extras or "perks," as they were usually called.
Among other losses there were both spade and ice-axe, but fortunately a
spare tent-cover was saved. Mertz's burberry trousers had gone down
with the sledge and the best substitute he could get was a pair of thick
Jaeger woollen under-trousers from the spare clothing we possessed.
Later in the afternoon Mertz and I went ahead to a higher point in order
to obtain a better view of our surroundings. At a point two thousand
four hundred feet above sea-level and three hundred and fifteen and
three-quarter miles eastward from the Hut, a complete observation for
position and magnetic azimuth was taken.
The coastal slopes were fearfully broken and scaured in their descent to
the sea, which was frozen out to the horizon. No islands were observed
or anything which could correspond with the land marked by Wilkes as
existing so much farther to the north. Patches of "water sky" were
visible in two places in the far distance. As we stood looking north
a Wilson petrel suddenly appeared and after flitting about for a short
time departed.
We returned to the crevasse and packed the remaining sledge, discarding
everything unnecessary so as to reduce the weight of the load. A thin
soup was made by boiling up all the old food-bags which could be found.
The dogs were given some worn-out fur mitts, finnesko and several spare
raw hide straps, all of which they devoured.
We still continued to call down into the crevasse at regular intervals
in case our companion might not have been killed outright and, in the
meantime, have become conscious. There was no reply.
A weight was lowered on the fishing line as far as the dog which had
earlier shown some signs of life, but there was no response. All were
dead, swallowed up in an instant.
When comrades tramp the road to anywhere through a lonely
blizzard-ridden land in hunger, want and weariness the interests, ties
and fates of each are interwoven in a wondrous fabric of friendship and
affection. The shock of Ninnis's death struck home and deeply stirred
us.
He was a fine fellow and a born soldier--and the end:--
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