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Title: The voyage of the Why not?' in the Antarctic; the journal of the second French South polar expedition, 1908-1910
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Charcot, Jean, 1867-1936 Walsh, Philip
Subjects: Pourquoi-pas? (Ship)
Publisher: New York, London : Hodder and Stoughton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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three ice-anchors to starboard astern, three toport astern, and six from the bows. Finally we stretch acrossthe cove as a bar against the floes some double lengths ofsteel cable belonging to the drag-nets. As all our moorings arenew, I hope that they will hold. So here I am again at Wandel Island, where for ninemonths we lived, worked, hoped, sometimes almost despairedand often sorrowed. I am back again under much betterconditions, with a ship, equipment, and means which are outof all comparison with those of the former expedition. Inaddition I have Hie experience and, what is not so good, fouryears on to my age. By me 1 have again Gourdon and eightmen from the old crew. Our sympathetic memories go backto our stout little Frangais, whose defective and insufficientengine broughl on us so much trouble, and to our belovedcomrades, Mat ha and Ileneau, who would he with me oncemore, had not inexorable duly kept them away. Nothing has altered in appearance, and I could believe60 ■ ■: ,(
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■ i ■ • I ■ ML THE SUMMER OF 1908-1909 that I never loft the spot. My eyes are struck by the samefamiliar objects and the same buildings, my ears catch thesame sounds from the rookeries of penguins and cormorants,which give forth the same powerful odour. On the rock wherethe Francoiss gangway landed is a heap of old, empty andrusty preserved food tins, a pile of stacked bottles, and thehead of a seal. Victor Hugo Avenue, of course, is obliteratedunder a mass of snow, but it would be easy to retraceit. There is no time, however, for reminiscences, and I climbat once with Gourdon up the height we called Jeanne to sur-vey the neighbourhood and the offing. Our hydrographicsignal is still on its cairn, and under a stone I find the littlerum bottle in which Dayne enclosed a message on December25, 1904, when we climbed up together to say good-bye, orrather au revoir, to Wandel. The estuary is free of ice savefor a few blocks and bergs, but in the offing the floes, if in aloose condit

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