By David Roberts
“An very important lacking tale from the heroic age of Antarctic exploration.”―Laurence Gonzales, writer of Deep Survival
On January 17, 1913, by myself and close to hunger, Douglas Mawson, chief of the Australasian Antarctic day trip, used to be hauling a sledge to come back to base camp. The canine have been long gone. Now Mawson himself plunged via a snow bridge, dangling over an abyss by way of the sledge harness. A line of poetry gave him the need to haul himself again to the surface.
Mawson was once occasionally decreased to crawling, and one evening he came upon that the soles of his ft had thoroughly indifferent from the flesh underneath. On February eight, whilst he staggered again to base, his beneficial properties unrecognizably skeletal, the 1st teammate to arrive him blurted out, “Which one are you?”
This exciting and virtually unimaginable account establishes Mawson in his rightful position as one of many maximum polar explorers and day trip leaders. it really is illustrated by way of a trove of Frank Hurley’s well-known Antarctic pictures, many by no means sooner than released within the usa. 24 pages of illustrations