Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ouse and let the hours slipby while we pushed on in the ever-increasing swell, all atonce a sea burst open the door and poured in. Werushed out on deck. The ship rolled like a log, the seasbroke in over the rails on both sides, and one by one upcame all the crew. I feared most lest the slender davitswhich supported the long-boats should give way, and theboats themselves should go overboard, perhaps carryingaway with them a lot of the ri
Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ouse and let the hours slipby while we pushed on in the ever-increasing swell, all atonce a sea burst open the door and poured in. Werushed out on deck. The ship rolled like a log, the seasbroke in over the rails on both sides, and one by one upcame all the crew. I feared most lest the slender davitswhich supported the long-boats should give way, and theboats themselves should go overboard, perhaps carryingaway with them a lot of the rigging. Then twenty-fiveempty paraffin casks which were lashed on deck brokeloose, washed backward and forward, and gradually filledwith water; so that the outlook was not altogetheragreeable. But it was worst of all when the piles ofreserve timber, spars, and planks began the same dance,and threatened to break the props under the boats. Itwas an anxious hour. Sea-sick, I stood on the bridge,,occupying myself in alternately making libations to Nep-tune and trembling for the safety of the boats and themen, who were trying to make snug what they could for-. SIGURD SCOTT-HANSEN (/•rout a /hotograpk taken in December, ISJ?^ THE START S; ward on deck. I often saw only a hotch-potch of sea,drifting planks, arms, legs, and empty barrels. Now agreen sea poured over us and knocked a man off his legsso that the water deluged him; now I saw the lads jump-ing over hurtling spars and barrels, so as not to get theirfeet crushed between them. There was not a dry threadon them. Juell, who lay asleep in the Grand Hotel, aswe called one of the long-boats, awoke to hear the searoaring under him like a cataract. I met him at thecabin door as he came runnino; down. It was no longersafe there, he thought; best to save ones rags—he had abundle under his arm. Then he set off forward to securehis sea-chest, which was floating about on the fore-deck,and dragged it hurriedly aft, while one heavy sea a
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