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(4 Captain Kane, on page 299, quoting from Morton’s Journal on Monday, the 26th of December, says: “As far as I could see, the open passages were fifteen miles or more wide, with sometimes mashed ice separating them. But it is all small ice, and I think it either drives out to the open space to the north or rots and sinks, as I could see none ahead to the north.”)

My father was an ardent believer in Odin and Thor, and had frequently told me they were gods who came from far beyond the “North Wind.”

There was a tradition, my father explained, that still farther northward was a land more beautiful than any that mortal man had ever known, and that it was inhabited by the “Chosen.”(5)

(5 We find the following in “Deutsche Mythologie,” page 778, from the pen of Jakob Grimm; “Then, the sons of Bor built in the middle of the universe the city called Asgard, where dwell the gods and their kindred, and from that abode work out so many wondrous things both on the earth and in the heavens above it. There is in that city a place called Illidskjalf, and when Odin is seated there upon his lofty throne he sees over the whole world and discerns all the actions of men.”)

My youthful imagination was fired by the ardor, zeal and religious fervor of my good father, and I exclaimed: “Why not sail to this goodly land? The sky is fair, the wind favorable and the sea open.”

Even now I can see the expression of pleasurable surprise on his countenance as he turned toward me and asked: “My son, are you willing to go with me and explore–to go far beyond where man has ever ventured?” I answered affirmatively. “Very well,” he replied. “May the god Odin protect us!” and, quickly adjusting the sails, he glanced at our compass, turned the prow in due northerly direction through an open channel, and our voyage had begun.(6)

(6 Hall writes, on page 288: “On the 23rd of January the two Esquimaux, accompanied by two of the seamen, went to Cape Lupton. They reported a sea of open water extending as far as the eye could reach.”)

The sun was low in the horizon, as it was still the early summer. Indeed, we had almost four months of day ahead of us before the frozen night could come on again.

Our little fishing-sloop sprang forward as if eager as ourselves for adventure. Within thirty-six hours we were out of sight of the highest point on the coast line of Franz Josef Land. We seemed to be in a strong current running north by northeast. Far to the right and to the left of us were icebergs, but our little sloop bore down on the narrows and passed through channels and out into open seas–channels so narrow in places that, had our craft been other than small, we never could have gotten through.

On the third day we came to an island. Its shores were washed by an open sea. My father determined to land and explore for a day. This new land was destitute of timber, but we found a large accumulation of drift-wood on the northern shore. Some of the trunks of the trees were forty feet long and two feet in diameter.(7)

(7 Greely tells us in vol. 1, page 100, that: “Privates Connell and Frederick found a large coniferous tree on the beach, just above the extreme high-water mark. It was nearly thirty inches in circumference, some thirty feet long, and had apparently been carried to that point by a current within a couple of years. A portion of it was cut up for fire-wood, and for the first time in that valley, a bright, cheery camp-fire gave comfort to man.”)

After one day’s exploration of the coast line of this island, we lifted anchor and turned our prow to the north in an open sea.(8)