By David Roberts
“An vital lacking tale from the heroic age of Antarctic exploration.”―Laurence Gonzales, writer of Deep Survival
On January 17, 1913, on my own 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 past. Now Mawson himself plunged via a snow bridge, dangling over an abyss through the sledge harness. A line of poetry gave him the desire to haul himself again to the surface.
Mawson used to be occasionally decreased to crawling, and one evening he chanced on that the soles of his ft had thoroughly indifferent from the flesh underneath. On February eight, while he staggered again to base, his positive aspects unrecognizably skeletal, the 1st teammate to arrive him blurted out, “Which one are you?”
This exciting and virtually incredible account establishes Mawson in his rightful position as one of many maximum polar explorers and day trip leaders. it truly is illustrated through a trove of Frank Hurley’s recognized Antarctic pictures, many by no means earlier than released within the usa. 24 pages of illustrations