NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



Evans to there await the coming of the "Greater 

 Rockford". Had we reahzed in advance the 

 postponement which would occur we should have 

 taken more supplies with us. We had provided 

 no sleeping accommodations on the field and after 

 dark would make our toilsome way down the trail 

 to the Dory Landing and thence in dory, canoe, and 

 kayak nose our way in the dark past the headlands 

 down the fjord to Camp Lloyd. There we would 

 snatch a few hours of sleep before starting out on 

 a repetition of the program the following day. 

 Since our field radio station had been set up it had 

 been no longer necessary for me to remain at the 

 observatory close to the radio throughout the 

 night hours. 



The plane took off at Cochrane some time after 

 noon of Saturday, August 18th, but confirmation 

 of this reached us only late in the evening through 

 a relayed message to the field. The runway had 

 been marked out with lanterns, and a brush pile 

 on the ridge above stood ready to kindle when the 

 flyers should come into sight or within hearing. 

 We kept vigils throughout the long night and as 

 it grew colder through the midnight hours we 

 huddled about a small brush fire built under a 

 rock above the landing field and there watched 

 until the night wore away. As soon as it was again 



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