Our Polar Flight by Roald Amundsen — Read

LEAVES FROM THE DIARY OF FREDRIK RAMM / From May 21st to June 18th

Ny-Aalesund, King's Bay. Thursday, 21st May. Now they have gone! The daring journey has started! At five o'clock in the afternoon Amundsen, Riiser-Larsen and Feucht were on board N25, Ellsworth, Dietrichson and Omdal on N24, and we began to say farewell. Each one shook hands and received a nod of courage from all who should remain behind. To speak was impossible because of the noise from the four engines, which had all been working for a couple of hours, making such a din that our very words appeared to be torn in pieces and thrown into the snow spray which was whirled up by the propellers. At 5: 15 N25 glides out on to the ice. We are astonished, for there is no signal. Riiser-Larsen simply lets his engine out; the propeller whirs and the machine glides down from the strand onto the ice. The forward movement continues, and before we realize what is happening, the machine is gliding over the snow-clad plain and swings out onto the ice, suddenly giving a mighty swerve right round, and with continued speed rushes forward. One second -- or is it a minute? -- before Dietrichson's machine follows? It disappears onto the ice in a cloud of snow making us wonder whether we are standing on our heads or our heels!