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He
had
to
weight
down
the
corners
of
the
tent
cloth
with
heavy
blocks
of
snow
to
hold
it
in
place
amidst
the
rising
gale
,
for
the
titan
mountains
seemed
about
to
deliver
some
gravely
severe
blasts
.
Early
apprehensions
about
sudden
antarctic
winds
were
revived
,
and
under
Atwood
's
supervision
precautions
were
taken
to
bank
the
tents
,
new
dog
corral
,
and
crude
aeroplane
shelters
with
snow
on
the
mountainward
side
.
These
latter
shelters
,
begun
with
hard
snow
blocks
during
odd
moments
,
were
by
no
means
as
high
as
they
should
have
been
;
and
Lake
finally
detached
all
hands
from
other
tasks
to
work
on
them
.
It
was
after
four
when
Lake
at
last
prepared
to
sign
off
and
advised
us
all
to
share
the
rest
period
his
outfit
would
take
when
the
shelter
walls
were
a
little
higher
.
He
held
some
friendly
chat
with
Pabodie
over
the
ether
,
and
repeated
his
praise
of
the
really
marvelous
drills
that
had
helped
him
make
his
discovery
.
Atwood
also
sent
greetings
and
praises
.
I
gave
Lake
a
warm
word
of
congratulations
,
owning
up
that
he
was
right
about
the
western
trip
,
and
we
all
agreed
to
get
in
touch
by
wireless
at
ten
in
the
morning
.
If
the
gale
was
then
over
,
Lake
would
send
a
plane
for
the
party
at
my
base
.
Just
before
retiring
I
dispatched
a
final
message
to
the
Arkham
with
instructions
about
toning
down
the
day
's
news
for
the
outside
world
,
since
the
full
details
seemed
radical
enough
to
rouse
a
wave
of
incredulity
until
further
substantiated
.
None
of
us
,
I
imagine
,
slept
very
heavily
or
continuously
that
morning
.
Both
the
excitement
of
Lake
's
discovery
and
the
mounting
fury
of
the
wind
were
against
such
a
thing
.
So
savage
was
the
blast
,
even
where
we
were
,
that
we
could
not
help
wondering
how
much
worse
it
was
at
Lake
's
camp
,
directly
under
the
vast
unknown
peaks
that
bred
and
delivered
it
.
McTighe
was
awake
at
ten
o'clock
and
tried
to
get
Lake
on
the
wireless
,
as
agreed
,
but
some
electrical
condition
in
the
disturbed
air
to
the
westward
seemed
to
prevent
communication
.
We
did
,
however
,
get
the
Arkham
,
and
Douglas
told
me
that
he
had
likewise
been
vainly
trying
to
reach
Lake
.
He
had
not
known
about
the
wind
,
for
very
little
was
blowing
at
McMurdo
Sound
,
despite
its
persistent
rage
where
we
were
.
Throughout
the
day
we
all
listened
anxiously
and
tried
to
get
Lake
at
intervals
,
but
invariably
without
results
.
About
noon
a
positive
frenzy
of
wind
stampeded
out
of
the
west
,
causing
us
to
fear
for
the
safety
of
our
camp
;
but
it
eventually
died
down
,
with
only
a
moderate
relapse
at
2
P.M.
.
After
three
o'clock
it
was
very
quiet
,
and
we
redoubled
our
efforts
to
get
Lake
.
Reflecting
that
he
had
four
planes
,
each
provided
with
an
excellent
short-wave
outfit
,
we
could
not
imagine
any
ordinary
accident
capable
of
crippling
all
his
wireless
equipment
at
once
.
Nevertheless
the
stony
silence
continued
,
and
when
we
thought
of
the
delirious
force
the
wind
must
have
had
in
his
locality
we
could
not
help
making
the
more
direful
conjectures
.
By
six
o'clock
our
fears
had
become
intense
and
definite
,
and
after
a
wireless
consultation
with
Douglas
and
Thorfinnssen
I
resolved
to
take
steps
toward
investigation
.
The
fifth
aeroplane
,
which
we
had
left
at
the
McMurdo
Sound
supply
cache
with
Sherman
and
two
sailors
,
was
in
good
shape
and
ready
for
instant
use
,
and
it
seemed
that
the
very
emergency
for
which
it
had
been
saved
was
now
upon
us
.
I
got
Sherman
by
wireless
and
ordered
him
to
join
me
with
the
plane
and
the
two
sailors
at
the
southern
base
as
quickly
as
possible
,
the
air
conditions
being
apparently
highly
favorable
.
We
then
talked
over
the
personnel
of
the
coming
investigation
party
,
and
decided
that
we
would
include
all
hands
,
together
with
the
sledge
and
dogs
which
I
had
kept
with
me
.
Even
so
great
a
load
would
not
be
too
much
for
one
of
the
huge
planes
built
to
our
special
orders
for
heavy
machinery
transportation
.
At
intervals
I
still
tried
to
reach
Lake
with
the
wireless
,
but
all
to
no
purpose
.
Sherman
,
with
the
sailors
Gunnarsson
and
Larsen
,
took
off
at
7:30
,
and
reported
a
quiet
flight
from
several
points
on
the
wing
.
They
arrived
at
our
base
at
midnight
,
and
all
hands
at
once
discussed
the
next
move
.
It
was
risky
business
sailing
over
the
antarctic
in
a
single
aeroplane
without
any
line
of
bases
,
but
no
one
drew
back
from
what
seemed
like
the
plainest
necessity
.
We
turned
in
at
two
o'clock
for
a
brief
rest
after
some
preliminary
loading
of
the
plane
,
but
were
up
again
in
four
hours
to
finish
the
loading
and
packing
.
At
7:15
A.M.
,
January
25th
,
we
started
flying
northwestward
under
McTighe
's
pilotage
with
ten
men
,
seven
dogs
,
a
sledge
,
a
fuel
and
food
supply
,
and
other
items
including
the
plane
's
wireless
outfit
.
The
atmosphere
was
clear
,
fairly
quiet
,
and
relatively
mild
in
temperature
,
and
we
anticipated
very
little
trouble
in
reaching
the
latitude
and
longitude
designated
by
Lake
as
the
site
of
his
camp
.
Our
apprehensions
were
over
what
we
might
find
,
or
fail
to
find
,
at
the
end
of
our
journey
,
for
silence
continued
to
answer
all
calls
dispatched
to
the
camp
.
Every
incident
of
that
four-and-a-half-hour
flight
is
burned
into
my
recollection
because
of
its
crucial
position
in
my
life
.
It
marked
my
loss
,
at
the
age
of
fifty-four
,
of
all
that
peace
and
balance
which
the
normal
mind
possesses
through
its
accustomed
conception
of
external
nature
and
nature
's
laws
.
Thenceforward
the
ten
of
us
--
but
the
student
Danforth
and
myself
above
all
others
--
were
to
face
a
hideously
amplified
world
of
lurking
horrors
which
nothing
can
erase
from
our
emotions
,
and
which
we
would
refrain
from
sharing
with
mankind
in
general
if
we
could
.
The
newspapers
have
printed
the
bulletins
we
sent
from
the
moving
plane
,
telling
of
our
nonstop
course
,
our
two
battles
with
treacherous
upper-air
gales
,
our
glimpse
of
the
broken
surface
where
Lake
had
sunk
his
mid-journey
shaft
three
days
before
,
and
our
sight
of
a
group
of
those
strange
fluffy
snow
cylinders
noted
by
Amundsen
and
Byrd
as
rolling
in
the
wind
across
the
endless
leagues
of
frozen
plateau
.
There
came
a
point
,
though
,
when
our
sensations
could
not
be
conveyed
in
any
words
the
press
would
understand
,
and
a
latter
point
when
we
had
to
adopt
an
actual
rule
of
strict
censorship
.
