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The
Nathaniel
Derby
Pickman
Foundation
,
aided
by
a
few
special
contributions
,
financed
the
expedition
;
hence
our
preparations
were
extremely
thorough
,
despite
the
absence
of
great
publicity
.
The
dogs
,
sledges
,
machines
,
camp
materials
,
and
unassembled
parts
of
our
five
planes
were
delivered
in
Boston
,
and
there
our
ships
were
loaded
.
We
were
marvelously
well-equipped
for
our
specific
purposes
,
and
in
all
matters
pertaining
to
supplies
,
regimen
,
transportation
,
and
camp
construction
we
profited
by
the
excellent
example
of
our
many
recent
and
exceptionally
brilliant
predecessors
.
It
was
the
unusual
number
and
fame
of
these
predecessors
which
made
our
own
expedition
-
ample
though
it
was
-
so
little
noticed
by
the
world
at
large
.
As
the
newspapers
told
,
we
sailed
from
Boston
Harbor
on
September
2nd
,
1930
,
taking
a
leisurely
course
down
the
coast
and
through
the
Panama
Canal
,
and
stopping
at
Samoa
and
Hobart
,
Tasmania
,
at
which
latter
place
we
took
on
final
supplies
.
None
of
our
exploring
party
had
ever
been
in
the
polar
regions
before
,
hence
we
all
relied
greatly
on
our
ship
captains
-
J.
B.
Douglas
,
commanding
the
brig
Arkham
,
and
serving
as
commander
of
the
sea
party
,
and
Georg
Thorflnnssen
,
commanding
the
barque
Miskatonic
-
both
veteran
whalers
in
antarctic
waters
.
As
we
left
the
inhabited
world
behind
,
the
sun
sank
lower
and
lower
in
the
north
,
and
stayed
longer
and
longer
above
the
horizon
each
day
.
At
about
62
°
South
Latitude
we
sighted
our
first
icebergs
-
tablelike
objects
with
vertical
sides
-
and
just
before
reaching
the
antarctic
circle
,
which
we
crossed
on
October
20th
with
appropriately
quaint
ceremonies
,
we
were
considerably
troubled
with
field
ice
.
The
falling
temperature
bothered
me
considerably
after
our
long
voyage
through
the
tropics
,
but
I
tried
to
brace
up
for
the
worse
rigors
to
come
.
On
many
occasions
the
curious
atmospheric
effects
enchanted
me
vastly
;
these
including
a
strikingly
vivid
mirage
-
the
first
I
had
ever
seen
-
in
which
distant
bergs
became
the
battlements
of
unimaginable
cosmic
castles
.
Pushing
through
the
ice
,
which
was
fortunately
neither
extensive
nor
thickly
packed
,
we
regained
open
water
at
South
Latitude
67
°
,
East
Longitude
175
°
.
On
the
morning
of
October
26th
a
strong
land
blink
appeared
on
the
south
,
and
before
noon
we
all
felt
a
thrill
of
excitement
at
beholding
a
vast
,
lofty
,
and
snow-clad
mountain
chain
which
opened
out
and
covered
the
whole
vista
ahead
.
At
last
we
had
encountered
an
outpost
of
the
great
unknown
continent
and
its
cryptic
world
of
frozen
death
.
These
peaks
were
obviously
the
Admiralty
Range
discovered
by
Ross
,
and
it
would
now
be
our
task
to
round
Cape
Adare
and
sail
down
the
east
coast
of
Victoria
Land
to
our
contemplated
base
on
the
shore
of
McMurdo
Sound
,
at
the
foot
of
the
volcano
Erebus
in
South
Latitude
77
°
9
'
.
The
last
lap
of
the
voyage
was
vivid
and
fancy-stirring
.
Great
barren
peaks
of
mystery
loomed
up
constantly
against
the
west
as
the
low
northern
sun
of
noon
or
the
still
lower
horizon-grazing
southern
sun
of
midnight
poured
its
hazy
reddish
rays
over
the
white
snow
,
bluish
ice
and
water
lanes
,
and
black
bits
of
exposed
granite
slope
.
Through
the
desolate
summits
swept
ranging
,
intermittent
gusts
of
the
terrible
antarctic
wind
;
whose
cadences
sometimes
held
vague
suggestions
of
a
wild
and
half-sentient
musical
piping
,
with
notes
extending
over
a
wide
range
,
and
which
for
some
subconscious
mnemonic
reason
seemed
to
me
disquieting
and
even
dimly
terrible
.
Something
about
the
scene
reminded
me
of
the
strange
and
disturbing
Asian
paintings
of
Nicholas
Roerich
,
and
of
the
still
stranger
and
more
disturbing
descriptions
of
the
evilly
fabled
plateau
of
Leng
which
occur
in
the
dreaded
Necronomicon
of
the
mad
Arab
Abdul
Alhazred
.
I
was
rather
sorry
,
later
on
,
that
I
had
ever
looked
into
that
monstrous
book
at
the
college
library
.
On
the
7th
of
November
,
sight
of
the
westward
range
having
been
temporarily
lost
,
we
passed
Franklin
Island
;
and
the
next
day
descried
the
cones
of
Mts
.
Erebus
and
Terror
on
Ross
Island
ahead
,
with
the
long
line
of
the
Parry
Mountains
beyond
.
There
now
stretched
off
to
the
east
the
low
,
white
line
of
the
great
ice
barrier
,
rising
perpendicularly
to
a
height
of
two
hundred
feet
like
the
rocky
cliffs
of
Quebec
,
and
marking
the
end
of
southward
navigation
.
In
the
afternoon
we
entered
McMurdo
Sound
and
stood
off
the
coast
in
the
lee
of
smoking
Mt.
Erebus
.
The
scoriac
peak
towered
up
some
twelve
thousand
,
seven
hundred
feet
against
the
eastern
sky
,
like
a
Japanese
print
of
the
sacred
Fujiyama
,
while
beyond
it
rose
the
white
,
ghostlike
height
of
Mt.
Terror
,
ten
thousand
,
nine
hundred
feet
in
altitude
,
and
now
extinct
as
a
volcano
.
Puffs
of
smoke
from
Erebus
came
intermittently
,
and
one
of
the
graduate
assistants
-
a
brilliant
young
fellow
named
Danforth
-
pointed
out
what
looked
like
lava
on
the
snowy
slope
,
remarking
that
this
mountain
,
discovered
in
1840
,
had
undoubtedly
been
the
source
of
Poe
's
image
when
he
wrote
seven
years
later
:
-
the
lavas
that
restlessly
roll
Their
sulphurous
currents
down
Yaanek
