NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



I go ahead with a fresh sheet of paper. And so 

 by this process within two and a quarter hours 

 from the time Hassell landed at Camp Lloyd, 

 the outlines of his story were in the New York 

 Times office, and were being sent by wire all over 

 the world so as to appear on the front page of 

 the papers the next morning. 



The outlines of Hassell's story were filled in by 

 Hassell himself the next evening after he and 

 Cramer had painfully and slowly made the climb 

 to the observatory. The first night they had slept 

 at Camp Lloyd. Both were very tired and had 

 been half starved during their fourteen days of 

 wandering in the wilderness, first of ice and then 

 of mountain cliff, deep-walled lake, rushing river, 

 and treacherous quicksand. They had lived on a 

 ration of five ounces of pemmican daily, and 

 one or two ptarmigan which they had shot with 

 the Mannlicher rifle which Cramer carried. They 

 had with them no bedding, but had lain down in 

 their parkas under shelving rocks throughout the 

 nights, huddling together for warmth. 



They now told us of their flight since leaving 

 Cochrane. They had arrived safely at Port Bur- 

 well near Cape Chidley in Labrador as planned, 

 but had made the trip slowly so as not to arrive at 

 Camp Lloyd before daylight. As they looked out 



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