THREE FAREWELLS TO PEARY 



By H. L. BRIDGMAN 



HREE times it has been my fortune to bid 

 farewell to Peary as he turned his face 

 to the North. Undaunted, untiring, yield- 

 ing family and friends to home and coun- 

 try, the fearless explorer, faithful to duty 

 and ideals, looked his grim, silent antago- 

 nists again eye to eye, and renewed the 

 struggle between man and nature — in sim- 

 plest terms, the unending duel between 

 mind and matter. 



The first parting was on Tuesday, August 28, 1894. 

 All the bright morning, the Falcon was plowing its way 

 steadily northward, reversing its course of the day before, 

 with the white west coast of Greenland fifteen or twenty 

 miles to the east, and the sharp and regular outlines of 

 Conical Rock almost dead ahead. The massive ice cat- 



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