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)
Just after lunch I saw a small black spot on the horizon to the south.
Was it a man? How could Dr. Mawson have got there? We stopped and saw
that Stillwell had noticed it too. Field-glasses showed it to be a man
approaching, about one and a half miles away. We left our sledges in a
body to meet him, imagining all kinds of wonderful things such as the
possibility of it being a member of Wild's party--we did not know where
Wild had been landed. All the theories vanished when the figure assumed
the well-known form of Dr. Mawson. He had made a little more south than
we, and his sledges were just out of sight, about two miles away.
Soon Mertz and Ninnis came into view with a dog-team, which was
harnessed on to one sledge. All hands pulled the other sledge, and we
came up fifteen minutes later with Dr. Mawson's camp at eighteen and a
quarter miles. In the good Australian way we sat round a large pot of
tea and after several cups put up our two tents.
It was a happy evening with the three tents grouped together and the
dogs securely picketed on the great plateau, forming the only spot on
the limitless plain. Every one was excited at the prospect of the weeks
ahead; the mystery and charm of the "unknown" had taken a strange hold
on us.
Ninnis and Mertz came into our tent for a short talk before turning in.
Mertz sang the old German student song:
Studio auf einer Reis'
Immer sich zu helfen weis
Immer fort durch's Dick und Dunn
Schlendert es durch's Leben hin.
We were nearly all University graduates. We knew that this would be our
last evening together till all were safely back at the Hut. No thought
was farther from our minds than that it was the last evening we would
ever spend with two companions, who had been our dear comrades for just
a year.
Before turning into sleeping-bags, a messenger brought me dispatches
from the general's tent--a letter on the plateau. This proved to be the
instructions to the Eastern Coastal Party. Arriving back at the Hut by
January 15, we were to ascertain as much as possible of the coast lying
east of the Mertz Glacier, investigating its broad features and carrying
out the following scientific work: magnetic, biological and geological
observations, the character, especially the nature and size of the
grains of ice or snow surfaces, details of sastrugi, topographical
features, heights and distances, and meteorology.
On Sunday, November 17, we moved on together to the east with the wind
at fifteen miles an hour, the temperature being 9 degrees F. The sun
shone strongly soon after the start, and with four miles to our credit
a tent was run up at 1 P.M., and all lunched together on tea, biscuit,
butter and chocolate. Up to this time we had had only three al fresco
lunches, but, as the weather seemed to be much milder and the benefit of
tea and a rest by the way were so great, we decided to use the tent in
future, and did so throughout the journey.
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