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)
** This has since been examined by Professor E. Skeats and
Stillwell, who report it to be an interesting form of meteorite,
containing amongst other minerals, plagioclase felspar. This is, we
believe, the first occasion on which a meteorite has been found in the
Antarctic regions.--ED.
At eight o'clock that night we had done twelve miles, losing sight of
the sea at a height of about three thousand feet. All felt pleased and
looked forward to getting over a ridge ahead, which, from an altitude
of four thousand feet, ran in pencilled outline to the western point of
Commonwealth Bay.
On December 6 it was drifting hard, and part of the morning was spent
theorizing on our prospects in an optimistic vein. This humour gradually
wore off as the thick drift continued, with a fifty-mile wind, for three
days.
At 5 P.M. on December 8 a move was made. The drift was what our
Hut-standard reckoned to be "moderate," but the wind had fallen to
thirty miles an hour and had veered to the east; so the sail was
hoisted. The going was difficult over a soft surface, and after five
hours, by which time the drift had perceptibly thickened, we had done
eight miles.
The thirst each one of us developed in those earlier days was
prodigious. When filling the cooker with snow it was hard to refrain
from packing it "up to the knocker" in order to obtain a sufficient
supply of water.
The next day it blew harder and drifted thicker. Above the loud flapping
of the tent and the incessant sizzling of the drift we discussed our
situation. We were one week "out" and had travelled thirty-one miles.
Future progress depended entirely on the weather--unfortunately. We were
beginning to learn that though the season was "meteorologically" called
summer, it was hardly recognizable as such.
December 10 was Whetter's birthday. It was heralded by an extra strong
wind and the usual liberal allowance of drift. I was cook, and made some
modifications in the meal. Hodgeman (who was the previous cook) used to
make hoosh as thick as a biscuit, so we had some thin stuff for a change
--two mugs each. Then really strong tea; we boiled it for some time to
make sure of the strength and added some leaves which had already done
good service.
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