The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



have canted over dangerously towards the ice ; 

 this in direct ratio to the strength of the wind. 

 Perhaps for it is all surmise on my part the 

 car and balloon from being thus anchored hit 

 the ice, and this may have tumbled out one or 

 more of the occupants of the car, together with 

 much of the freight and stores the balloon 

 carried. She would then no doubt strain, or 

 break away the ropes, leaving one or more of 

 the travellers on the ice. Relieved of this 

 weight she would again shoot high into the air, 

 when, in all probability, she met other currents 

 of air that may have blown her in exactly the 

 opposite direction to that intended. The result 

 would be disaster. Those on the ice must die of 

 starvation and exposure, whilst if one passenger 

 was left in the balloon to continue the journey 

 the same fate would eventually be his if he 

 landed, as he may well have done, in the centre 

 of Greenland. I like to remember Andree as the 

 man of all others whom I have met whose will 

 and singleness of purpose were alike magnificent. 

 He failed, biit his very failure was more splendid 

 than many a lesser man's success. He gave me 

 a signed photograph, which I reproduce. " Peace 

 be to his ashes." His country and the world in 

 general are the poorer for his loss. 



As the time was drawing near when I 

 should have to return to England I set myself 

 seriously to work to catch some of the gulls and 



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