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A South Pole Expedition
That is Settled by Loyalty
Just a shade God's side of
eighty-nine foi;ty Cp'u Davy
Morgan of -the ice cutter Frank
lirr, lay swaddled in skins and
"Twenty years ago we hove
into the Ieetle cabin port at Glou
cester, Nancy, and precious Ieetle
stores- for the good home craft.
Ay, 'twas 20 years ago, lass
The younger man, who had
been nervously pacing the floor of
the snow house, approached and
gently stroked tire sick man's
cheek. The cap'n elevated his
furred head; hiseyes gleamed;
he spoke hoarsely:
"Lower, ,lad yell never get a
sperm whale that way. Now
well put well put! Ay, watch
him lash alid spout. And the
waters red with what the har
poon did. Heave "
There was a slight struggle, a
gasp, a sudden collapse, and the
old whaler 'lay to in his last port
of call. The younger man sighed
apd folded the Cag'ngaunt aTms.
Then he went without to scoop
in the snow and ice a rest-haveii
for the last survivor but OHe of
the Schuylerhausen antarctic ex
pedition. Two hours 'later, Bai
ley Wilburn "mushed on." Twenty-odd
miles distant lay the ul
timate south, the goal of his
dreams and energies for a dozen
years of bitter struggle.
A score of good and hardy men j
had accompanied him from the
Franklin for the final dash. Cap'n
Davy, the nineteeth to die, lay
under the snow at eighty-nine
forty. Singularly enough, Wil
burn, leader and survivor, was in
excellent health, vigorous and
There were, well-marked caches
of provisions all along the return
route. The white-and-purple ice
field was smoother going as the
great goal camejiearer. Though
absolutely alone, the intrepid ex
plorer fqlt sanguine of success.
Besides the" death of his com
panions, however, one thing
clouded his dreams. Sled runners,
cans, bits of fur had been found
here and there; and Wilburn
knew what they must foretell.
Ahead and very near the Ulti
mate Degree were Fox and the
Storm King expedition. Lionel
Fox, his lifelong rival Fox, who
had questioned Wilburn's pub
lished ' observations Fox, who.
had vowed to be first at ninety'
r Wilburn bit his lip and pushed
dn. Though delayed byocca
sional leads and rough hum
mocks, the ice was surprisingly,
smooth. He had a week's pro
visions. For the last two days"
there had been no further signs
of the Fox party. Wilburn camp-
ed that night with a light heart.4
Next day he arose early and
pushed determinedly on. It was
to be there first. Nothing else
would satisfy. And Wilburn's
blood tingled. $.1.
The dim antarctic daywore on.
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