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Fridtjof Nansen Etched Frontispiece Colin Archer 58 Design of the "Fram" 61 Sigurd Scott-Hansen 85 Adolf Juell 89 The "Fram" leaving Bergen 93 Otto Sverdrup 99 First drift-ice 107 The new church and the old church at Khabarova 116 Peter Henriksen 119 Our trial trip with the dogs 127 Evening scene at Khabarova 131 O. Christofersen and A. Trontheim 135 Landing on Yalmal 148 The plain of Yalmal 150 In the Kara Sea 152 The "Fram" in the Kara Sea 155 Ostrova Kamenni , off the coast of Siberia 158 Theodor C. Jacobsen, mate of the "Fram" 161 Henrik Blessing 167 A dead bear on Reindeer Island 172 "We first tried to drag the bears" 173 Bernard Nordahl 177 Ivar Mogstad 185 Bernt Bentzen 193 Lars Pettersen 205 Anton Amundsen 213 Cape Chelyuskin, the Northernmost point of the Old World 218 On land East of Cape Chelyuskin 219 A warm corner among the walruses, off East Taimur 223 The ice into which the "Fram" was frozen 234 The smithy on the "Fram" 239 The thermometer house 244 Magnetic observations 247 A smoke in the galley of the "Fram" 250 "The saloon was converted into a reading-room" 252 Scott-Hansen and Johansen inspecting the barometers Facing p. 254 Dr. Blessing in his cabin 257 "I let loose some of the dogs" 263 The men who were afraid of frightening the bear. "Off steals Blessing on tiptoe" 267 Dogs chained on the ice 272 We lay in open water 275 My first attempt at dog driving 289 A chronometer--observation with the theodolite Facing p. 314 A lively game of cards 318 "'I took the lantern and gave him such a whack on the head with it'" 330 A nocturnal visitant 336 Sverdrup's bear-trap 339 "He stared, hesitating, at the delicious morsel" 341 Promenade in times of peace with Sverdrup's patent foot-gear 345 "Fram" fellows on the war-path: difference between the Sverdrup and the Lapp foot-gear 346 "Fram" fellows still on the war-path 347 "It was strange once more to see the moonlight playing on the coal-black waves" 351 A game of halma 355 First appearance of the sun 394 Diagrams of ice with layers 401 Johansen reading the anemometer 409 Two friends 418 Experiment in sledge sailing 421 At the coming of the Spring 425 Returning home after sunset 429 Observing the eclipse of the sun 433 Tailpiece 441 Taking a sounding of 2058 fathoms 447 Home-sickness 451 Sailing on the fresh-water pool 454 Reading temperatures with lens Facing p. 456 Peter Henriksen in a brown study 461 Taking water temperatures 466 Summer guests 469 Rhodos Tethia 473 Nansen takes a walk 477 Our kennels 480 The dogs basking in the sun 482 The Seventeenth-of-May procession, 1894 485 The drift-ice in Summer 487 A Summer scene 493 The stern of the "Fram." Johansen and "Sultan" 499 Blessing goes off in search of algae 503 A Summer evening 505 Blessing fishing for algae 507 Pressure-ridge on the port quarter of the "Fram" 509 Skeletons of a kayak for one man and of a double kayak, lying on a hand-sledge 511 A Summer evening 519 Tailpiece 524 Pettersen after the explosion 529 Snow-shoe practice 542 Return from a snow-shoe run 544 Block of ice 546 The waning day 548 A snow-shoe excursion 553 In line for the photographer 555 Deep-water temperature. "Up with the thermometer" 559 On the after-deck of the "Fram" 563 The return of snow-shoers Facing p. 566
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PUBLISHER'S NOTE
The Author had not originally contemplated the publication of the colored sketches which are produced in this work. He has permitted their reproduction because they may be useful as showing color effects in the Arctic; but he wishes it understood that he claims no artistic merit for them.
FARTHEST NORTH
INTRODUCTION
"A time will come in later years when the Ocean will unloose the bands of things, when the immeasurable earth will lie open, when seafarers will discover new countries, and Thule will no longer be the extreme point among the lands."--Seneca.
Unseen and untrodden under their spotless mantle of ice the rigid polar regions slept the profound sleep of death from the earliest dawn of time. Wrapped in his white shroud, the mighty giant stretched his clammy ice-limbs abroad, and dreamed his age-long dreams.
Ages passed--deep was the silence.
Then, in the dawn of history, far away in the south, the awakening spirit of man reared its head on high and gazed over the earth. To the south it encountered warmth, to the north, cold; and behind the boundaries of the unknown it placed in imagination the twin kingdoms of consuming heat and of deadly cold.
But the limits of the unknown had to recede step by step before the ever-increasing yearning after light and knowledge of the human mind, till they made a stand in the north at the threshold of Nature's great Ice Temple of the polar regions with their endless silence.
Up to this point no insuperable obstacles had opposed the progress of the advancing hosts, which confidently proceeded on their way. But here the ramparts of ice and the long darkness of winter brought them to bay. Host after host marched on towards the north, only to suffer defeat. Fresh ranks stood ever ready to advance over the bodies of their predecessors. Shrouded in fog lay the mythic land of Nivlheim, where the "Rimturser" carried on their wild gambols.
Why did we continually return to the attack? There in the darkness and cold stood Helheim, where the death-goddess held her sway; there lay N?strand, the shore of corpses. Thither, where no living being could draw breath, thither troop after troop made its way. To what end? Was it to bring home the dead, as did Hermod when he rode after Baldur? No! It was simply to satisfy man's thirst for knowledge. Nowhere, in truth, has knowledge been purchased at greater cost of privation and suffering. But the spirit of mankind will never rest till every spot of these regions has been trodden by the foot of man, till every enigma has been solved.
Minute by minute, degree by degree, we have stolen forward, with painful effort. Slowly the day has approached; even now we are but in its ear
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