In the Land of White Death: An Epic Story of Survival in the Siberian Arctic
“Our scouts promised us smooth travel, and they were right, for we covered five whole miles between ten in the morning and six-thirty in the evening. The northeast wind continued to blow steadily, which was a great blessing, since it forced the ice floes tight together, thereby reducing the width of crevasses and open leads, allowing our sledges to run smoothly. Toward noon I took a sun sight and found a latitude of 82°31´ north. To the south, the horizon was crystal clear with no water sky. I had the impression that the ice had stopped drifting southward with the wind, probably because it had encountered some resistance—which in my opinion could only come from a landmass. But this opinion remained mere speculation, since all the goodwill in the world had not permitted me to find land up to now! There were no signs of life whatsoever. We had spotted a few bear tracks, but not a single seal.
Our supplies were diminishing at an alarming rate. All that remained were six pounds of meat... powder, three tins of condensed milk, and roughly two pounds of dried apples.MoreLess
Our supplies were diminishing at an alarming rate. All that remained were six pounds of meat... powder, three tins of condensed milk, and roughly two pounds of dried apples.MoreLess
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