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In
the
ultimate
climes
of
the
pole
-
That
groan
as
they
roll
down
Mount
Yaanek
In
the
realms
of
the
boreal
pole
.
Danforth
was
a
great
reader
of
bizarre
material
,
and
had
talked
a
good
deal
of
Poe
.
I
was
interested
myself
because
of
the
antarctic
scene
of
Poe
's
only
long
story
-
the
disturbing
and
enigmatical
Arthur
Gordon
Pym
.
On
the
barren
shore
,
and
on
the
lofty
ice
barrier
in
the
background
,
myriads
of
grotesque
penguins
squawked
and
flapped
their
fins
,
while
many
fat
seals
were
visible
on
the
water
,
swimming
or
sprawling
across
large
cakes
of
slowly
drifting
ice
.
Using
small
boats
,
we
effected
a
difficult
landing
on
Ross
Island
shortly
after
midnight
on
the
morning
of
the
9th
,
carrying
a
line
of
cable
from
each
of
the
ships
and
preparing
to
unload
supplies
by
means
of
a
breeches-buoy
arrangement
.
Our
sensations
on
first
treading
Antarctic
soil
were
poiguant
and
complex
,
even
though
at
this
particular
point
the
Scott
and
Shackleton
expeditions
had
preceded
us
.
Our
camp
on
the
frozen
shore
below
the
volcano
's
slope
was
only
a
provisional
one
,
headquarters
being
kept
aboard
the
Arkham
.
We
landed
all
our
drilling
apparatus
,
dogs
,
sledges
,
tents
,
provisions
,
gasoline
tanks
,
experimental
ice-melting
outfit
,
cameras
,
both
ordinary
and
aerial
,
aeroplane
parts
,
and
other
accessories
,
including
three
small
portable
wireless
outfits
-
besides
those
in
the
planes
-
capable
of
communicating
with
the
Arkham
's
large
outfit
from
any
part
of
the
antarctic
continent
that
we
would
be
likely
to
visit
.
The
ship
's
outfit
,
communicating
with
the
outside
world
,
was
to
convey
press
reports
to
the
Arkham
Advertiser
's
powerful
wireless
station
on
Kingsport
Head
,
Massachusetts
.
We
hoped
to
complete
our
work
during
a
single
antarctic
summer
;
but
if
this
proved
impossible
,
we
would
winter
on
the
Arkham
,
sending
the
Miskatonic
north
before
the
freezing
of
the
ice
for
another
summer
's
supplies
.
I
need
not
repeat
what
the
newspapers
have
already
published
about
our
early
work
:
of
our
ascent
of
Mt.
Erebus
;
our
successful
mineral
borings
at
several
points
on
Ross
Island
and
the
singular
speed
with
which
Pabodie
's
apparatus
accomplished
them
,
even
through
solid
rock
layers
;
our
provisional
test
of
the
small
ice-melting
equipment
;
our
perilous
ascent
of
the
great
barrier
with
sledges
and
supplies
;
and
our
final
assembling
of
five
huge
aeroplanes
at
the
camp
atop
the
barrier
.
The
health
of
our
land
party
-
twenty
men
and
fifty-five
Alaskan
sledge
dogs
-
was
remarkable
,
though
of
course
we
had
so
far
encountered
no
really
destructive
temperatures
or
windstorms
.
For
the
most
part
,
the
thermometer
varied
between
zero
and
20
°
or
25
°
above
,
and
our
experience
with
New
England
winters
had
accustomed
us
to
rigors
of
this
sort
.
The
barrier
camp
was
semi-permanent
,
and
destined
to
be
a
storage
cache
for
gasoline
,
provisions
,
dynamite
,
and
other
supplies
.
Only
four
of
our
planes
were
needed
to
carry
the
actual
exploring
material
,
the
fifth
being
left
with
a
pilot
and
two
men
from
the
ships
at
the
storage
cache
to
form
a
means
of
reaching
us
from
the
Arkham
in
case
all
our
exploring
planes
were
lost
.
Later
,
when
not
using
all
the
other
planes
for
moving
apparatus
,
we
would
employ
one
or
two
in
a
shuttle
transportation
service
between
this
cache
and
another
permanent
base
on
the
great
plateau
from
six
hundred
to
seven
hundred
miles
southward
,
beyond
Beardmore
Glacier
.
Despite
the
almost
unanimous
accounts
of
appalling
winds
and
tempests
that
pour
down
from
the
plateau
,
we
determined
to
dispense
with
intermediate
bases
,
taking
our
chances
in
the
interest
of
economy
and
probable
efficiency
.
Wireless
reports
have
spoken
of
the
breathtaking
,
four-hour
,
nonstop
flight
of
our
squadron
on
November
21st
over
the
lofty
shelf
ice
,
with
vast
peaks
rising
on
the
west
,
and
the
unfathomed
silences
echoing
to
the
sound
of
our
engines
.
Wind
troubled
us
only
moderately
,
and
our
radio
compasses
helped
us
through
the
one
opaque
fog
we
encountered
.
When
the
vast
rise
loomed
ahead
,
between
Latitudes
83
°
and
84
°
,
we
knew
we
had
reached
Beardmore
Glacier
,
the
largest
valley
glacier
in
the
world
,
and
that
the
frozen
sea
was
now
giving
place
to
a
frowning
and
mountainous
coast
line
.
At
last
we
were
truly
entering
the
white
,
aeon-dead
world
of
the
ultimate
south
.
Even
as
we
realized
it
we
saw
the
peak
of
Mt.
Nansen
in
the
eastern
distance
,
towering
up
to
its
height
of
almost
fifteen
thousand
feet
.
The
successful
establishment
of
the
southern
base
above
the
glacier
in
Latitude
86
°
7
'
,
East
Longitude
174
°
23
'
,
and
the
phenomenally
rapid
and
effective
borings
and
blastings
made
at
various
points
reached
by
our
sledge
trips
and
short
aeroplane
flights
,
are
matters
of
history
;
