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)
Far up the face of the cliff snow petrels fluttered like white
butterflies. It was stirring to think that these majestic heights had
gazed out across the wastes of snow and ice for countless ages,
and never before had the voices of human beings echoed in the great
stillness nor human eyes surveyed the wondrous scene.
From the base of the organ-pipes sloped a mass of debris; broken blocks
of rock of every size tumbling steeply to the splintered hummocks of the
sea-ice.
Standing out from the top of this talus-slope were several white
"beacons," up to which we scrambled when the tent was pitched. This
was a tedious task as the stones were ready to slide down at the
least touch, and often we were carried down several yards by a general
movement. Wearing soft finnesko, we ran the risk of getting a crushed
foot among the large boulders. Amongst the rubble were beds of clay, and
streams of thaw-water trickled down to the surface of a frozen lake.
After rising two hundred feet, we stood beneath the beacons which loomed
above to a height of one hundred and twenty-eight feet. The organ-pipes
were basaltic** in character but, to my great joy, I found the beacons
were of sedimentary rock. After a casual examination, the details were
left till the morrow.
** To be exact the igneous rook was a very thick sill of dolerite,
That night we had a small celebration on raisins, chocolate and
apple-rings, besides the ordinary fare of hoosh, biscuit and cocoa.
Several times we were awakened by the crash of falling stones. Snow
petrels had been seen coming home to their nests in the beacons, which
were weathered out into small caves and crannies. From the camp we could
hear their harsh cries.
The scene in the morning sun was a brilliant one. The great columnar
rampart ran almost north and south and the tent was on its eastern
side. So what was in dark shadow on the day before was now radiantly
illumined.
Correll remained behind on the sea-ice with a theodolite to take heights
of the various strata. McLean and I, armed with aneroid, glasses,
ruck-sack, geological hammer (ice-axe) and camera, set out for the foot
of the talus-slope.
The beacons were found to be part of a horizontal, stratified series
of sandstones underlying the igneous rock. There were bands of coarse
gravel and fine examples of stream-bedding interspersed with seams of
carbonaceous shale and poor coal. Among the debris were several pieces
of sandstone marked by black, fossilized plant-remains. The summits
of the beacons were platforms of very hard rock, baked by the volcanic
overflow. The columns, roughly hexagonal and weathered to a dull-red,
stood above in sheer perpendicular lines of six hundred and sixty feet
in altitude.
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