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WITH SCOTT: THE SILVER LINING 



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Lieutenant Evans has now also turned northward, and, 

 with Lashley and Crean, is nearing the foot of the Beardmore. 

 For him worse troubles are approaching. Worn out by con- 

 stant sledging and unsuitable food, he is attacked by scurvy, 

 and only saved by the gallant devotion of his naval mates. 



Captain Scott has accomplished his task, and within the 

 time he had allotted to it. Realizing that if Amundsen came 

 successfully through the winter his methods must be speedier 

 than those of the English party, Scott proceeded steadily along 

 the lines he had decided upon when he left England. It was 

 a bitter disappointment. Since Amundsen had reached the 

 Pole the year 191 1 had passed away ; and so the record 

 stands: "The South Pole: Amundsen 191 1, Scott 19 12." 

 How few will realize that but a few weeks intervened between 

 the two achievements ! 



Meanwhile the Norwegian is speeding back to the Fram, 

 and already the hardest part of his journey is over. In mid- 

 January the conditions of the 

 Barrier bear no remote resem- 

 blance to those in mid-March. 

 No one who has not experi- 

 enced it can picture the enor- 

 mous difference due to the 

 lapse of those two months. 



The third chart shows the 

 scene of the last tragedy. Far 

 to the north the ship is nearing 

 civilization. Campbell's party 

 is isolated at " Hell's Gate," 

 their cheerless home at Evans 

 Coves. Here in a hole in the 

 Chart of parties on March 21, 191 1 sn ow they wear out a weary 

 (the last camp). existence for eight never-ending 



months. No other Antarctic 

 party has ever experienced such a test of courage and endur- 

 ance. Even Mawson's three weeks alone gave less opportunity 

 for utter despair than the life of these six men from March 

 to October, 19 12. 



All communication is now cut off between Cape Evans 

 and the Barrier. At the 19 10 Hut are Nelson, Debenham, 

 Wright, and Gran with some of the men, and fourteen miles 



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