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Monthly Archives: January 2015
It is now seven weeks…
“It is now seven weeks since we first entered the pack ice and since then it has been almost an incessant battle. It is gratifying to feel we are only 80 miles from… Vahsel Bay. We are all keen to … Continue reading
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His Natural Life
Copy of (For the Term of) His Natural Life, by Marcus Clarke, publ. 1874* “[This] novel is considered one of the first examples of Tasmanian Gothic literature. [Read on gutenberg.org.] “The original tragic ending was considered unsuitable for readers in … Continue reading
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Evil Conditions
“I had been prepared for evil conditions in the Weddell Sea, but had hoped that in December and January, at any rate, the pack would be loose, even if no open water was to be found. What we were actually … Continue reading
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Caird Coast
“The Brunt Ice Shelf, visible here, borders the Antarctic coast of Coats Land, Antarctica, between the Dawson-Lambton Glacier and the Stancomb-Wills Glacier Tongue. The Brunt Icefalls extend along Caird Coast, a portion of the shore of Coats Land, for about … Continue reading
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Ramming
“During the weeks we spent manoeuvring to the south through the tortuous mazes of the pack it was necessary often to split floes by driving the ship against them. This form of attack was effective against ice up to three … Continue reading
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Worsley specialized in ramming
“Each watch had its characteristics. Worsley specialised in ramming, and I have a sneaking suspicion that he often went out of his way to find a nice piece of floe at which he could drive at full speed and cut … Continue reading
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Ice cliffs, Coats Land
[The ice cliffs of Coats’ Land, Antarctica, eastern edge of the Weddell Sea. Named by William S. Bruce, Scottish National Antarctic Expedition, 1902.] “We were now in the vicinity of the land discovered by Dr. W. S. Bruce, leader of … Continue reading
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On first looking into Chapman’s Homer
On first looking into Chapman’s Homer MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide … Continue reading
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Letting the dogs out
“There was some open water north of the floe, but as the day was calm and I did not wish to use coal in a possibly vain search for an opening to the southward, I kept the ship moored to … Continue reading
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A fine cunieform mass
“At 10:00 a.m. we entered long leads of ice free water, in which were drifting some fine bergs of magnificent forms. One a fine cuneiform mass 200 feet high, I photographed.” — Frank Hurley
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