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25A account of her drift in the appendix to that book.

We can, therefore, choose between many sources for the narrative so be used now. Most logical perhaps would be to use Hadley as the basis of it all, but we have decided to tell the first part of the story in the words of Frederick Maurer. If we used any of the other versions we should have to condense for the purposes of this book; but Maurer has been so brief that we can afford to print his statement without change, except minor editing as where names are misspelled because he did not have the ship's papers when he wrote. We have also omitted a few things which were pertinent then at the time but which would now only confuse the reader, and we have corrected one or two errors into which Maurer at that time fell in common with nearly everyone else, as for instance where he refers with apparent approval conviction to the common belief at that time that I was dead because I had been absent on the ice to the north of Alaska for several months when I had "planned to be gone for only ten days." The fact was, of course, that I had planned to be gone for a year but that an incorrect report of my progranmme had been circulated in such a way that the Karluk party who had not been in personal contact with me for a year were led to believe it in common with the rest of the public.

There are reasons of sentiment also for taking part of the our story of Wrangell Island from Maurer. It was he who eventually hauled up the British flag on Wrangell Island (July 1st, 1914). By his residence of seven months on Wrangell he had been was fired with a desire to be an instrument in redeeming it from the unknown and bringing it within the circle of lands that are used and valued. Mountain climbers do not delight in their feats because they are easy, but their pleasures are not therefore less real than the lethargic joys of a winter resort. So it was with Maurer. Wrangell Island had always been to him a difficult place. There were hard times in 1914, but long well before 1921 he had begun to long for an opportunity to try himself against these same difficulties again, just as the moun-

25B taineer wants to return to the fastnesses where he has had perhaps his most serious greatest disappointments. Maurer had seen three of his companions die and he had dug the their graves and raised the crosses that stand on Wrangell Island. He wanted to carry on toward the work so that these men should not have died in vain, and he was fearless and even enthusiastic about it, for he felt he had learned by experience how dangers and difficulties that had formerly been serious could now be overcome. He did not persuade Knight or me into the new adventure any more than we persuaded him. But he did give us the facts of climate and conditions upon which we based our plans.

I am sorry therefore that we have to prefer even Hadley's narrative to Maurer's for the main part of the Wrangell story. That is because Hadley has left us a long document. Maurer has left only four short magazine articles that were published by the New York World on June 6, 13 , 20, and 27, 1915. Brevity dictated by the space which the magazine allowed makes the story unsuited for our uses insofar as the events after the shipwreck are concerned. But that very brevity makes it particularly suitable for the story a summary of the drift which preceded the wreck. We set it down here as published in "The World Magazine” for Sunday, June 6th, 1915:

Maurer's Narrative

The Canadian Arctic Expedition, under command of Vilhjalmur Stefansson, in the barkentine Karluk, sailed from Esquimalt, British Columbia, June 17, 1913. The purpose of the expedition was to make scientific investigations along the northern coast of Canada, to rediscover the blend Eskimos whom Stefansson reported he had met on a previous trip,and to look for new lands supposed to lie somewhere in the great uncharted sea to the north and northwest of Alaska.

On Aug. 6 the expedition passed Point Barrow, the northermost land

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of the American Continent, tip of Alaska, and it was here that the Karluk encountered the first difficulties of her trip.

Our stanch little ship bravely bucked her way through the pack till Aug. 15, when we found ourselves imprisoned and held helplessly in the relentless grip of the vast floe from which she never was liberated. We did not, however, realize the gravity of our situation at the time, still hoping that a lead would open and permit us to pass on our way and escape from, as we thought, our temporary imprisonment.

At this time we were at Camden Bay, about seventy-five miles west of the international boundary line between Canada and Alaska, and twenty miles off shore. The xireather was clear and cold, and the snowclad mountains of Alaska were in plain sight. The proximity of the land gave us a sense of security, as the ice had now closed in to the shore and we could have left the ship at any time, had we so desired, and marched to land in safety.

We remained stationary in the ice at Camden Bay, and Later our icefield started moving west, but it stopped in Harrison Bay. Our commander, Dr. Stefansson, believed that the early northern winter had closed in upon us. The Karluk was as well equipped and supplied with necessaries as any ship that ever sailed beyond the Arctic Circle.

We lay here a little over a month, when Dr. Stefansson organized a hunting trip to the mountains of Alaska for caribou in order to secure a supply of fresh meat. He made elaborate preparations for the hunt, taking with him a good supply of provisions, took with him three white men, two natives and dqgs and sleds. He was equipped for a two weeks’ hunt.

On Sept. 20 Dr. Stefansson bade us 'goodby' and started with men and dog teams for land. We watched him over the ice until near the shore, when he was lost to view. He has never been seen since by any of the crew that remained with the Karluk. The white men who went with him were McConnell, Wilkins, Jenness, of whom McConnell only has returned to civilization, the other two remaining in

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the North and continuing their work for the Canadian Government. (this was written in may, 1915)

Two days after Stefansson left us a heavy fog settled over the entire region. It was so dense that we were able to see only a few rods in any direction. Almost simultaneous with the fog, a blizzard blowing from the southeast sprang up. The fog enveloped us for three days, and being unable to take any bearings, we were wholly unconscious of any movement of our position. When the mists cleared away the shores of the continent were no longer in sight, and upon taking astronomical observations, we found that we had drifted quite a distance from our former position.

When the Karluk started on her famous drift there were twenty white men, two Eskimo men, one Eskimo woman and two children, little girls, on board. We were well supplied with provisions, coal, arms, ammunition, dogs, sleds, snowshoes and skiis, everything necessary for arctic travel. At first there did not seem to be much concern among the members of the expedition, except among the scientists. They talked among themselves a great deal as to the probable outcome of our situation. The other members indulged in many conjectures, but passed the matter over rather lightly, always expecting some turn of good fortune that would liberate us from the grip of the ice. By taking observations daily, we knew that we were skirting the shores of Alaska, and at no time very far from them, although they were never in sight. We drifted past Point Barrow in the night, passing so near that we almost touched land. Our passing was later reported to Dr. Stefansson by a native who claimed to have seen us, and I believe he did, for he stated that there was no smoke issuing from our funnels. This was true, for we had blown down our boilers some time before.

When Stefansson returned from his hunting trip he found the Karluk missing. He then made his way overland to Point Barrow, three hundred miles distant, where he wrote a telegram reporting the loss of the Karluk, and sent it by a native to Nome, four hundred miles away, which was the nearest telegraph station. We learned later that he then returned to Herschel Island, where the

The report of our deaths appeared in the press in September, 1914, and was universally accepted even by arctic explorers. But we got in touch with ships again in August, 1915, and the press reports of our being alive appeared in September, U. S.

Belvedere, which carried freight and additional supplies for him, was lying, and fitted out a dog sled expedition to make a dash for the unknown land which he believed lay somewhere in the uncharted area to the north of Alaska. He started with dogs and sleds taking with him two Norwegians, Storkerson and Andreasen, both experienced arctic travelers, on March 22, 1914. Up to the present time nothing further has been heard of him. (June May, 1915)

We must have passed Point Barrow some time before Stefansson arrived there, as we drifted rapidly between Camden Bay and that point, making as much as three knots an hour, or about forty miles a day, and we had probably seven or eight days the statt of him. It seems that when he lost his ship he was seized with a desperate determination not to be balked in his attempt to reach an unknown land which he believed to exist. Returning to the Belvedere, he made the dash which in its very nature was little short of suicidal. The icepack to the north of Alaska is known to be the most treacherous of in the arctic seas.

When we began drifting the sun was above the horizon about ten hours each day. By the time we passed Point Barrow we had only five hours of sunlight, and on November 15 the sun disappeared below the horizon altogether and we entered upon the|long Arctic night.

In the meantime Capt. Bartlett set about taking measures for our safety. He first had us bank up the sides of the ship with ice for the purpose of forming a kind of cushion against the lateral pressure of the floe that held us. Then we blew down the boilers and began repairing the engines. This we did by taking them apart piece by piece and replacing each as soon as it had been gone over and repairs made if needed. Capt. Bartlett had us remove all the sacked coal that we had no on deck and place it on the ice beside the ship; also all the biscuits, kerosene, alcohol, sleds and skiis. We then put the ship and the portion of the cargo that remained on her in good and snug shape and made her our living quarters. Keeping us at work as much of the time as he could was the best thing Capt. Bartlett could have done for us. As long as we were working it seemed that