The Turning Point

That's when he hears it, the unmistakable sound of dog's bargain. He's shocked because their last sled dog died months ago. The two explorers haven't laid eyes on another human since they abandoned their ice bound ship, the From on March. They had left Norway, and soon after the From was stuck in ice. This was by design. Nonson wanted to drift to the North Pole on ocean currents, but after a year and a half a drift, Nonson realized they

weren't going to make it. He and Johnson tried unsuccessfully to ski to the pole. Now they'd retreated hundreds of miles over ice and open water to this spot, and they had many more to go before rescue could be contemplated. So when Nonson hears far off barks, he tells himself it's probably just birds. Then he hears the noise again. Now he's almost certain that dogs and their human handlers must be close by. He wakes Johnson, but his companion

doubts this news. Nonson locates what he thinks are dog tracks, and then he hears an even more thrilling sound, a human shout, which he returns with a mighty cry of his own. He hurries towards the noise and sees a figure he later describes as a civilized European in an English check suit and high rubber water boots, well shaved, well groomed, bringing with him a perfume of scented soap. It's Frederick Jackson, a British explorer task with charting a

land route to the North Pole. Nonsense, shaggy hairt and caked and soot in Walver's grease is much less identifiable. Halfway through their conversation, Jackson finally places the face. Aren't you nonsen? He exclaims, and Nonson confirms it. I congratulate you most heartily, Jackson says, amid lots of beaming and handshaking. You have made a good trip of it, and I'm awfully glad to be the first person to congratulate you

on your return. A surprising encounter with any long lost explorer is caused for celebration, but nonsense safe return was extra thrilling. Until then, the quest for the North Pole had been mostly a procession of massive expeditions. Government and private investors had funneled their money into ships that carried over a hundred crew and luxury is like libraries and printing presses. Nonsense expedition was the opposite, a custom engineered vessel with a small crew and equipment he designed for

polar travel. His success not only astonished people, it also ushered in a new era of polar exploration that favored test and theories over wishful thinking, self organization over government sponsorship, and minimalism over the idea that bigger was better. But before Nonsense triumph, British explorers were still trying to reach the North Pole the old fashioned way. In the seventies, polar explorers were professionals backed by world powers and independent

adventurers with big dreams but little experience. Some failed and some died, but others got closer to the mythical point on the map than ever before and lived to tell about it. The international competition to be the first of the poll was on from Mental Floss and I Heart Radio. This is the Quest for the North Bowl. I'm your host, Cat Long, Science editor at Mental Floss and this is

episode three, the turning Point. By the second half of the nineteenth century, many of Britain's esteemed pioneers were no longer leading the Arctic charge. Admiralty's second Secretary, Sir John Barrow, who had spearheaded Britain's polar exploration campaign for decades, had passed away in eighty eight. The fate of Sir John Franklin, who became the most famous explorer on Earth because he and all of his men perished in the Arctic, had

come to light in eighteen fifty nine. For all the British effort put towards navigating the Northwest Passage, the discoveries of the last several decades had proven what William Scoresby asserted back in eighteen seventeen that it just wasn't worth it commercially speaking, but the country's huge emotional and financial investment in polar discovery made throwing in the tell now

seem almost disgraceful. As nations like Russia, the US and what is now Norway set their sides on the region, Britain started viewing the North Pole as a symbol of

its continuing dominance. As Arctic veteran and British Army general Edward Saban wrote in the eighteen sixties, to reach the Poll is the greatest geographical achievement which can be attempted, and I own I should grieve if it should first be accomplished by any other than an Englishman, it will be the crowning enterprise of those Arctic researches in which our country has hitherto had the pre eminence. The public easily latched onto this idea of a single glamorous spot

on the map. The North Pole was a fundamentally romantic goal, promising glory to anyone who could achieve it. That's Edward J. Larson, a Pulitzer Prize winning historian and the author of An Empire of Ice, Scott Shackleton and the Heroic Age of Antarctic science. Now, the winner might cash in through publishing contracts and speaking these in his country, I guess would gain prestige in an ever more imperialistic and nationalist engage.

But no one, and this is important to remember as distinguishing Arctic exploration with Antarctic, or with African or with South Pacific exploration. No one expected a conquest of concrete value because the North Pole was merely a point on fifting ice with no appreciable scientific value. Maybe that last part is a bit mean. In eighty five, Sir Clements Robert Markham, then Secretary and future President of the Royal Geographical Society, gave a long list of scientific advancements that

could only be accomplished by trying for the poll. The British citiz sins and key officials were pushing for a government sponsored expedition to plant the Union Jack at ninety degrees north, and scientific value ranked much lower on the list of priorities. While earlier Arctic exploration was all about charting the entire Northwest passage, this latest phase focused on simply getting to the North Pole. Here's Larson again. Once reached. Some ask even at the time, who would ever want

to go again. But it was that sort of a romantic goal. At a time when machines were replacing men as the engines of production, and faceless bureaucrat seemed to be taking the place of principal leaders, here was an objective, a goal requiring invincible will, indefagable drive, and indomitable courage. In short, attaining the goal was a fundamentally human achievement. The British Admiralty would need a dauntless, dashing leader to be the face of that uniquely human spirit for the

new mission. They found it in Sir George Strong Nare's Nars was a forty four year old career naval officer with a dynamite resume and limitless ambition. After enlisting in the Royal Navy at the ripe old age of fourteen, he embarked on a series of voyages that whisked him through the Mediterranean, South Pacific, Red Sea, Australian Waters and beyond. He was captain of the HMS Challenger on its mission to study the Ocean. He served in the Crimean War.

He even authored a best selling naval manual titled Seamanship. Naire's was no stranger to the Arctic either. In eighteen fifty two, he joined an expedition to find Sir John Franklin and his missing ships. They didn't, of course, but they ended up saving a previous rescue expedition which was marooned and ice. As the Admiralty prepared to send Nears north again, the British public was swept up in a nationalistic fervor, much like the feeling in the US during

the twentieth century space race. The North Pole was the moon, George Naire's was a hopeful Neil Armstrong, and newspapers like The Illustrated London News and The Graphic reported faithfully on every emerging detail. It soon became clear that while the government had updated its primary goal, it hadn't updated the strategy or structure of the expedition at all. This wasn't surprising. Most expeditions from the era followed a certain predictable pattern.

There's a series of absolute, catastrophically mismanaged and or fatal expeditions to the North Pole or attempts on the North Pole. That's p J. Cappellotti, a professor of anthropology at Penn State Abington's and the author of the Greatest show in the Arctic. The US Army had one, the Navy had one in the U s Navy had one. The British Nari's expedition in the middle of the eighteen seventies have been pretty much of a disaster. So these big national

expeditions were turning out to be complete flops. The because they were big, they were unwieldy, overplanned, staffed with the East you know, dozens and dozens of crew members and so forth. Nares Expedition, which was formally christened the British Arctic Expedition, would consist of two similarly sized ships. Nares would command the flagship, a one d and sixty foot steam sloop named the HMS Alert, and Henry F. Stevenson would captain the HMS Discovery, a one hundred and sixty

six ft steam whaler. Anticipating ice flows battery, the ships builders had outfitted their holes with sturdy wooden beams and iron plating. Each ship would house thirteen officers, which comprised captains, lieutenants, surgeons, and scientific leaders, basically anyone allowed to give orders. The rest of the men on board followed those orders. In addition to able seamen, stewards, and cooks. This group also included carpenters, Cooper's furnace stokers, and ice quartermasters. There was

even a rope maker. Altogether, one and twenty people would set sail for the poll, just slightly smaller than the number that perished with John Franklin a few decades earlier. With that catastrophe still fresh in memory, the Admiralty might have tried to risk fewer lives this time around, but people were reluctant to entertain the idea that the Naires expedition would be anything besides a smashing success. Naire's downplayed the hazards in a lecture at the Winchester Guildhall weeks

before departure. According to the Paul Mall Gazette, he claimed that the danger of the present expedition became mere child's play when compared with what previous explorers had undergone. Naires may have had enough experience to feel like he could speak so confidently, but the same couldn't be said for his officers, who had limited Arctic experience at best. This might have been okay if they had taken the advice of previous explorers and or study the time tested techniques

of Inuit. In the North. They didn't do either. For example, Innuit favored loose fitting, fur lined sealskin for apparel, complete with hooded parkas that prevented heat from escaping around their necks. NAR's and his crew donned form fitting flannel and woolen clothing that was a huge pain to strip off when it got wet and froze, which happened often. There wasn't

a hood in sight. Hudson's Bay Company surveyor John Ray, who had spent years exploring the Canadian Arctic, tried again and again to share innuitat wisdom with the explorers Before their departure. He told them that sheltering in snow instead of intense would better insulate them from the cold and also keep them from having to lug tense and heavy

betting around. They didn't listen. Ray even shared his Innuit inspired design for a lighter, more streamlined sledge that was less likely to sink or get stuck in deep snow. There's expedition still did for the heavy, clumsy sledges used on past Navy trips. One person did act on at least one of Ray's recommendations and brought snowshoes, even though other so called experts had assured everyone that they wouldn't be necessary. When the other crew members spotted the snow

shoes on the ship, they burst into laughter. An a side note, back in the eighteen fifties, Ray had learned from the Inuit the fate of the doomed Franklin crew. It seemed they had even resorted to cannibalism. Well true that offended Victorian sensibilities so much that Ray became a pariah. That may have played into nares reluctance to heat his advice.

On May seventy five, the Alert and the Discovery set sail from Portsmouth Harbor with great fanfare, and the public prepared to follow what they expected to be the greatest adventure story ever told Beneath its confident surface. However, the expedition was a disaster in the making, as the Canadian historian Pierre Berton writes in his book The Arctic Graill. Badly and hastily organized, with a smugness and an arrogance that,

in hindsight seem almost criminal. This band of amateurs set off blithely, as so many had before it, without any real idea of what they were facing. It wouldn't take long for them to find out. The two ships sailed up Kennedy Channel, with Canada's Ellesmere Island to the west and Greenland to the east. They followed the path blazed by American explorer Charles Francis Hall in eighteen seventy one and hope to put the question of the open Polar

Sea to rest once and for all. As we've discussed in previous episodes, this was a theory that a warm ocean circled by a ring of ice surrounded the North Pole. If a ship could break through the ice, they'd find a navigable sea to take them to the pole. Nares was smart enough to doubt this theory, and once the ships were through the Kennedy Channel they saw massive ice flow was over thirty ft tall, and a maze of

craggy ice that seemed to reach the horizon. The commander realized immediately that no ship could sail to the pole. Stevenson stationed the discovery in Lady Franklin Bay and started preparing to spend the winter there. Nares, farther north than Robeson Channel, needed to find somewhere safe to pass the winter and fast before the ice froze around them. They sailed northwest and ended up anchoring in an inlet near the northern edge of Ellesmere Island, about five miles from

the pole. As the puffin flies just beyond their insulated refuge, thirty thousand ton ice chunks formed a fifty foot Wallnar's first mate, Albert Hastings Markham, later described the vista as a solid, impenetrable mass that no amount of imagination or theoretical belief could ever twist into an open polar sea.

They spent the long winter reading and playing parlor games they construct at an observatory for skygazing, and even staged plays in the Royal Arctic Theater in English polar traditions, started by William Edward Perry in eighteen nas recalled owing to the large size of the lower deck, we are enabled to erect the stage there with a temperature of fifty degrees, an advantage appreciated by both actors and audience.

A representation held on the upper deck with a temperature of about twenty degrees below zero, leads everyone to long for the finale. At an early hour. In spring eighteen seventy six, two dogs led teams from the alert tried and failed to reunite with the discovery. NAIs felt like the dogs couldn't handle all the ice hammocks. In reality, the untrained men and bulky sledges were probably more at fault than the animals. How hard is it to drive

a dog's lad? Anyway? Here's Russell Potter, an expert on Arctic history at Rhode Island College and the author of Finding Franklin, The Untold story of a one heard in sixty five year Search. I worked some years ago up in the Arctic with a guy he was actually the safety officer on the Nova show we did about the Franklin expedition, and he's a dog driver and a guide. And I said, well, what do you do to train dogs to pull? And he said, you don't. You just

took them up in the pull. But having them pull in an organized way, you know, the traditional innud way as leads that are made out of sauce and sealskin, making sure the leads don't get tangled, figuring out who the lead dog is going to be, keeping your dogs in order while you travel. That takes a fair amount of practice. You can't just learn it like you riding

a bicycle or something. You would have to spend some months, if not longer, sort of apprenticing to people who know what they're doing, and eventually you get the hang of it. But most explorers are in the Arctic to get someplace or discover something, not to learn the art of dogs letting. So few did, and their preference for manpower over dog

power was baked into British polar culture. I think there is an aspect to it that is particularly British, the idea that somehow if you were to use any labor other than human labor, you would be cheating right that, And that's certainly going native as some people would have regarded it at the time, will be regarded as a

as a failing of some kind. So they did on some of the Franklin searches, and Franklin himself brought some sleds, but the idea of pulling them was to have men pulled them instead of dogs, which was of course a much worse way of traveling. On April three, Albert Markham and another officer named Pelham Aldridge led to more teams without dogs to explore the region. They promptly fell victim to just about everything John Ray had tried to help

them avoid. Without snowshoes, they slogged through waste high snow, which soaked their clothes and gear. They're sleeping bags froze into solid slabs. Their supplies were saturated with water and ice, adding weight to their all atty heavy loads. Miserable, yes, but those issues were nothing compared to scurvy. Scurvy is caused by a lack of vitamin C, which humans can't produce on their own. As long as you occasionally eat fresh fruits and vegetables, you're probably consuming enough vitamin C

that you never have to worry about developing it. Positions in the nineteenth century didn't yet understand that scurvy is caused by a vitamin C deficiency, since vitamin C was only discovered in the twentieth century, but they did know that eating fresh fruits and veggies seemed to cure it. Unfortunately, for polar explorers, fresh produce was almost impossible to come by on long journeys, so the Admiralty issued lemon or

lime juice rations to all sailors. The nearest expedition did have lime juice on board, but the sledging parties didn't bring any with them since it would freeze and break its glass containers. Instead, each man had only about twelve ounces of salted meat per day to see him through

all that grueling aabor, and nothing to prevent scurvy. Just as naval officials had reassured nars as men that the snug clothing, heavy sledges, and lack of snow shoes would all be fine, so too did they wave away worries about the potential for scurvy. When several members of the sledging team started to feel under the weather, Marcom and Aldrich chalked it up to fatigue. But fatigue is an early symptom of scurvy. Others are joint pain, bruising, and irritability,

which could all be explained by their general situation. Severe symptoms are a little more telling, spongy, blackened gums, teeth that loosen or fall out, and healed wounds that start to bleed again. Markham headed north and Aldridge continued westward. As their men became more debilitated, each officer faced a grave emergency. If they didn't turn around and get some

lime juice into their men, they would die. On May twelve, Markham's stuck the British flag into the ice at eighty three degrees twenty minutes north, still four hundred and sixties statute miles from the pole, and high tailed it back to the alert. Aldridge traveled another two hundred statute miles west before turning back. Most of the men survived thanks to the heroic efforts of Lieutenant A. A. C. Par

and some quick thinking on Nares's part. On June seven, Par left Markham's party and traveled alone for forty miles in twenty three hours to get help. Nara's deployed men and dogsleds to rescue them and soon send a party to Altridge's crew, assuming they were in a similar bind. They were. Four men were lying on the sledges and the others were dragging them through the snow. The rescuers delivered everyone back to the alert, where scurvy was ripping

through the remaining men. Nara's realized it was time to pack it in unless you lose the whole crew. He used gunpowder to break up the ice around the ship and set sail towards the disc every In mid September, the Discovery was also battling scurvy and two men had died on a sledging trip. Fortunately, the Inuit hunter, interpreter and dog driver Hans Hendrick, a veteran of several British and American polar expeditions, was a part of the Discovery's crew.

He had rescued the others by hunting seals and doling out raw meat, which contains some vitamin C. This was another helpful hint that white explorers could have picked up from Innuit who staved off scurvy despite having few greens in their diet. Their traditional foods included raw meat, and they sometimes ate predigested plant matter from the stomachs of caribou they killed. The crews of the Alert and Discovery were too depleted to do much beyond staying alive long

enough to get home, and Nares knew it. Without reaching their goal, the two ships charted a course towards England. They arrived there on November two, eighty six to a mixed reception. Banquets were held, medals were awarded, and Queen Victoria even sent a congratulatory message, but the media lambasted the expedition for falling short of its single goal and embarrassing the nation on a global stage. The Admiralty agreed and actually launched an investigation to find out why scurvy

was such an issue. They eventually came to the conclusion that in future expeditions there should be less rum and more lime juice. Objectively, the expedition wasn't a complete disaster. It had surveyed land and recorded new scientific data, established that Ellesmere Island was part of Canada and thus part of the British Commonwealth, and set a new record for northern progress. If the government and the press had both set different expectations from the beginning, it could have been

considered victory. Alas there's his failure to achieve his one note goal of reaching the North Pole made the whole effort seem like a failure overall. The Royal Navy relinquished its hope articulated by Edward Sabin, that British adventurers would stand atop the world. In fact, Britain did a complete one eighty and focused its attention on conquering the South Bowl. That left a door open for other nations to succeed in the North. We'll be right back. While Britain was

busy dealing with the fallout from Nares's expedition. A teenaged fritsch Off Nonson was honing his skiing skills in Norway. Nonson was born outside Oslo, then called Christiania, in sixty one to a successful lawyer father and a mother who raised capable, outdoorsy kids. By the time Nonson enrolled in the University of oz Low in one, he was sort of an ubermanch physically and mentally. He could skate, swim, sketch and ski better than most, and he showed a

special aptitude for learning science. While studying zoology in college, he spent months on a ceiling ship in Greenland, embarked on long ski trips. Has served as the Bergen Museum's

zoological curator. Here's a portrait of nonsense, in Capalotti's words, very cultured, educated, well read, multiple languages, all of that on the one hand, and on the other hand, this almost primitive human, which again is the other half of the Norwegian character, living outdoors, playing outdoors, surviving out of

doors in all seasons at all ages. This is somebody who strapped on his first pair of skis when he was two, and later in life would sort of laugh at people who were trying to learn how to ski. I think he won the Norwegian Combined Norwegian skiing cross country skiing skating competition, like a dozen years in a row or something, just a phenomenal What today would be he would be one of these people. You would absolutely hate his guts, and a lot of people did hate

his guts. In his day. He was almost impossible to work with because he was so smart, he was so athletic, he was so good looking. But he, being Norwegian, was had had a very dark moods where he loathed himself and didn't think he was nearly accomplished as much as he should be. I thought he was scattering his talents too far and wide, not doing what the great men of history did, which is finding a single furrow and plowing it over and over again until they reached their goal.

In retrospect, it seems like Nonsen was destined for greatness at the time. However, some of his ideas were considered off the wall. After finishing his PhD, Nonsen hatched a plan to traverse the entire Greenland ice cap, which no white person had ever done before. If the trip itself

see Daunting nonsense. Strategy was even more so. A ship deposited him in his five companions off the uninhabited east coast of Greenland and then departed, leaving them no choice but to make it to the populated west coast or die trying. In fact, that was nanson slogan, death or the West Coast. In August, Nonsen and the others put on their snowshoes and started their uphill climb, dragging more than two pounds of supplies on their sledges. Overnight temperatures

plunged to minus forty degrees fahrenheit or even colder. Nansen's men realized that their pemmican, their main source of nourishment, had accidentally been made without fat, an essential ingredient for energy. They were ravenous throughout their trip. About three weeks later they reached the peak of the ice cap, at eight thousand nine and twenty four ft above sea level. They switched to skis and headed downhill. Hungry and exhausted, they even had to build a boat from stunted Arctic willow

trees to carry them across a fiord. By October, all six men had landed in gotthaab a Danish settlement on the west coast. It's now Nook, the capital of Greenland. They had done it, but now they had to spend the winter in Greenland, since it was too late in the season to hitch a ride back to Norway. Nonson practiced hunting and kayaking and tried to learn as much as he could from native people in Greenland. When he returned to Norway the following May, he was well equipped

for his next great adventure. The idea for the expedition started with the U. S. S. Jeannette, a ship carrying an American expedition to the North Pole via the Bearing Strait. In June, ice floes had crushed and sunk the Jeannette in the East Siberian Sea. Yet three years later, wreckage thought to be from that very ship washed up in southwest Greenland. Here's Capalati when he read about this wreckage washing ashore, coming down in the ice and heard that

it was from the Jenette. He also read that there was a Norwegian professor, a guy named Henrik Mon, speculating that it had gotten from the north of Siberia where the Jeanette was wrecked, all the way to the west coast of Greenland very strange because there was a current carrying it that way. And so Nonson looked at these disastrous expeditions, overwrought over personnel and all the rest of it, and looked at the Jeanette, of course, and said, you know,

I'd like to do a Jenette expedition. I just don't want my ship crushed like the Janette, because if there is a current that goes from Siberia over to Greenland, if I can figure out a way to design and build a ship that will go with the ice instead of being crushed by the ice, then all I have to do is do exactly what the Janette did. Go to the north coast of Siberia, stick the bow of my ship in the ice and let it get frozen in, and let the ice just carry me across the North Pole.

In February, Nonson presented this far out notion to the Christian Geographical Society. I believe. He said that if we pay attention to the actually existent forces of nature and seek to work with them and not against them, we shall thus find the safest and easiest method of reaching the poll Ships always ran the risk of being crushed by the shifting ice flows. Nonson had an answer for this too. He designed a small, strong ship with a rounded hull so it would be pushed above the ice

instead of below it. Plenty of experts still consider this plan sheer madness and nonsense own words, but there was also enough hopeful curiosity to finance it. With funds from the Norwegian Parliament and a mix of private sponsors, Nonson commissioned a Norwegian shipbuilder named Colin Archer to construct a highly unconventional wooden schooner. Nonsense wife Eva named it the from Norwegian for a forward. It was designed to do

exactly what the Genette could not do. It was designed like no other ship, so it was designed with this kind of rounded stern, rounded bow, rounded sides, two ft thick hulls of the strongest wood on the planet, and at the bow that increased the fore ft and on top of that fore feet of a very hardwood, was some iron and an iron stem. It had a rudder and a propeller mechanism at the stern for propulsion that could be lifted out of the water so the ice

couldn't damage the rudder and the propeller. Nansen, I think referred to it as as it was going to be like an eel that would slip out of your hands. It was, and some other people have referred to it as like what happens when you pinch a watermelon seed between your your fingers, and that's what he wanted the ship to do in the ice. That when the ice came to crush it, it would squeeze it, but it would never get a grip on it because the sides were all rounded and it would just ride up on

the ice. The Froms design also had some features to keep the crew in comfort, especially during the long polar night. It had what was likely the first electric lighting system on an Arctic voyage, powered by a windmill. When it worked and the lights came on, it was by all accounts a spectacular site because here you are in the middle of polar darkness on a frozen sea. You're absolutely out in the middle of the back end of nowhere.

There's nobody coming for you if anything goes wrong, and you know the natural depression that sets in with twenty four hours of darkness, and here you have this creaking windmill starting to turn in these lights coming on. It must have been a spectacular thing to see and you had the northern lights, you had you know, the stars and moon and so forth. Even with the light show, Nonsense crew would need almost superhuman patients during their years

in the polar desert. He thought. Norwegians were uniquely suited for the task. According to Berton, Nonsense thought only Norwegians could sit face to face on a cake of ice for three years without hating each other. Auto's fair Drop had proved himself a worthy companion during the Greenland expedition, and Nonsen chose him to captain the From with eleven other meddlesome Norwegians. They set sail from Christiania on June

and headed east along the Siberian coast. They stopped in August to pick up thirty four sled dogs, and by September twenty five, the From was successfully lodged an ice around where the Jeannette had perished near the New Siberian Islands for more than a year. The From slowly progressed northwest, and the crew passed the time making scientific observations of air and water temperatures, marine life, ice thickness, and electricity

in the air. Our object, he said, is to investigate the great unknown region that surrounds the pole, and these investigations will be equally important from a scientific point of view, whether the expedition passes over the polar point itself or at some distance from it. He considered reaching the North Pole intrinsically of small moment. In their free time, the men played games, performed songs on the organ and accordion, and feasted on fresh bread, chocolate, and Cormette cheeses. Nonsen said,

we looked like fatted pigs. One or two even began to cultivate a double chin with potatoes and vegetables in abundance. No man showed signs of scurvy, and the overall health of the crew was so good that the ship's doctor started to get bored. According to Nonsen, he looked long and vainly for patients, and at last had to give it up and, in despair take to doctoring the dogs. The From proved slight and sturdy enough to perform as

Nonson had intended, but it wasn't without issues. Here's Cappalatti. They weren't going nearly as fast as they thought they needed to, and secondarily, Nonson designed From to be a shallow water vessel. Apparently it was just an emotion sickness machine, and they were stuck. They had no ability to get messages out of the world. They really weren't going anywhere fast enough. He thought that this drift might go on for five years and and still maybe not even get

to the poll. And that's when within a few months really he took Otto Svedra, the captain of the Pharmacide, and said, you know, we're gonna have to use our dogs and make a dash for the pole. And so after a year in the ice, they said, yeah, we're gonna have to do that. Let's take a break here, we'll be right back. Nonsen was a scientist, but he

was still an adventurer at heart. On March fourteen, he and Jill Mari Johansson left the from with three sledges, two kayaks, three months of provisions, and twenty eight dogs. The ship continued drifting slowly towards Pittsburg and on the Norwegian archipelago Sqalbard, and the two intrepid travelers trekked north alone. Here's Cappellati. They were going great guns for a couple of weeks. They had the supplies. Johanson was an expert dog driver, and Nunson had taught himself to be an

adequate dog driver, and they were on their way. There is no question he would have reached the North Pole because the first hundred miles or so the ice was perfectly smooth. When they left it from they were still about four les from the pole. But then in about a hundred twenty miles they just ran into absolute chaos, hummocks, bad ice and all the rest of it. And they

and they were basically stopped in their tracks. Their speed went from about ten miles a day down to about nothing to four or five six miles a day, and and of course their supplies are dwindling, and by April seventh or eight, Knutson realizes that they don't turn around, they're going to run out of food. It wasn't just the landscape that made for slow progress. Like William Edward Perry had discovered back in Nonson realized that the ice

flows were floating south. This was a useful revelation in his study of pushyanic currents, but a disappointment for their North Pole quest. Noson and Johnson were essentially trying to walk up a down escalator on April eighth, Nonson wrote in his journal, there is not much sense in keeping on longer. We're sacrificing valuable time and doing little. That same day, they reached eighty six degrees thirteen points six minutes north, besting Markham's record by two hundred miles, and

then decided to turn around. Since the FROM had long since drifted away, their only choice was to head for the nearest land, that was four hundred miles southwest, the islands of Francios off Land, they set off on what ended up being the most difficult portion of the expedition. The FROM had shielded its passengers from the ceaseless movement of the ice floats. Now Nonson and Johansen experienced the

worst of it. They paddled through deep lanes of water when the floes separated, and scrambled over icy hummocks when they collided. As their food stocks dwindled, they killed and ate the dogs on June Nonsense Road. A quarter of a year have we been wandering in this desert of ice, and here we are still. When we shall see the end of it, I can no longer form any idea.

In late August, they finally came upon a small unoccupied island just north of Frontios of Land, and resigned themselves to settling in for the winter, since it would be too dangerous to continue traveling in the cold and darkness. Here, they constructed a shelter they called the whole. They cleared away some fairly significant stones and kind of scraped along

the ground and carved out of place. It's about twelve ft long by about three or four ft wide, and then with the stones on the side, over the stones longitudinally they laid an enormous piece of Siberian driftwood. And this log is as thick as a telephone pole and almost as big. So dragging this thing up to the shelf where they had they constructed as kind of literally

like a little slit trench in the ground. And then they dragged up this log, which for two men to have done that at the end of what was a very challenging expedition attempt on the pole was a feat of herculean strength. And over that they draped some walrus hides, and in that way they made kind of a lean to into which the two of them shared a sleeping bag. For the next just about the next six months, they took walks for exercise. They slept as much as possible

simply to pass the time. Nonson wrote little beyond basic meteorological data. As he later said, the very emptiness of the journal really gives the best representation of our life during the nine months we lived there. They hunted in in a lot of food in the form of polar bears and walrus. There was an attack by a polar bear, and famously, even as one was being mauled by a polar bear, they were speaking to each other in formal Norwegian. They didn't used the familiar du form of you was

always Dr Nonson, Lieutenant Johnson. They never referred to each other by their first names, and in that way they survived the winter and in fact emerge in the spring and Nonson's words, fat as seals. On Maine six, the companions deemed it safe enough to set off again. Despite heavy storms. They made it to Fronc josef Land's southern

islands within a month. That's where they were on June seventeenth, when they were found by the English explorer Frederick Jackson, who was on his own attempt at the North Pole. Nonson accompanied Jackson, backed was Hut and some of the others went to fetch Johnson. Soon they were clean, well fed, and catching up with the Englishmen as if they had

known them for years. As Nonson later wrote, we could not have fallen into better hands, and it is impossible to describe the unequaled hospitality and kindness we met with on all hands, and the comfort we feel. Nonsense and Johnson hitched a ride back to Vardo, Norway, aboard Jackson's ship, the s s windward at last, on August thirteenth, the two explorers, who had been given up for dead, stepped onto Norwegian soil. Meanwhile, back at the From, the rest

of the crew was in good health. The ship happened to break free from the ice near Spitzbergen on the very same day that Nonson and Johnson alighted in Vardo. Just a week later, the from docked near Tromso, Norway. Though Nonsen was never in it for fame or glory, he earned quite a bit of both. Upon his return. His small ship literally didn't crack under pressure. He found evidence to support his theories about oceanic currents. He reached farther north than anyone had before, and he did it

all without sacrificing a single human life. In short, his mad plan had worked, and the world was in awe. Norway had very high expectations of its new national hero. Nationalism was already on the rise, and Nonson was the perfect rallying point. He joined the movement for Norwegian independence from Sweden, which was secured in nineteen o five. He then served as the nation's ambassador to Great Britain until eight and became a professor of oceanography at the Royal

Frederick's University now the University of Oslo. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. During World War One, Nonson negotiated humanitarian agreements as Norway's delegate to the League of Nations in Washington, d C. After the war, he created an international I D called the Nonson Passport that stateless refugees could use to immigrate and re establish themselves. He also oversaw the process of helping about half a

million prisoners of war get back home. In the early nineteen twenties, the Red Cross enlisted Nonsen to manage relief efforts for twenty two million Russians suffering in that country's devastating amen. He won the Nobel Peace Prize in ninety two for his ceaseless humanitarian actions. Eight years later, he died at age sixty eight at his estate in Oslo, which is now the Fritjof Nonsen Institute for Environmental Policy,

Law and Research. Nonsense extraordinary achievements might make George Nares look like an underachiever, but that's not exactly accurate. Queen Victoria knighted him, he was promoted to Vice Admiral, and he received honors from the Geological Society of London and the Geographical Society of Paris. Though he didn't return to the Arctic, he surveyed the Strait of Magellan and spent his later life as the appointed conservator of the River Mersey near Liverpool. He died in nineteen fifteen and was

buried in Surrey, England. NAR's earlier exploration and the Challenger also laid the foundation for the science of oceanography. The data collected on temperature, currents, depths and more filled fifty published volumes, and modern oceanographers still use them today. In fact, it's likely that this research influenced nonsense theories on polar currents and helped inspire his own journey north. However, with the end of Nares's disastrous voyage, British Arctic exploration also ended.

Most of the northern regions had been fully explored and charted. The real challenge now lay to the south. Nares's defeat laid the groundwork for the next great phase of British exploration, with Robert Falcon Scott, Ernest Shackleton and their Norwegian nemesis Roald Amondson all vying to be the first at the South Pole. Neares failed at his one goal so spectacularly that he ended an entire era of polar exploration, while Nonsense succeeded to such a stunning degree that he launched

a whole new one. Nonsense innovations in ship design, clothing, and transportation totally transformed the race to the North Pole. M Now on, adventurers would plan small expeditions, travel light, usually with dog sleds, harness the power of nature, and

take cues from indigenous ways to achieve their goals. After nonsense, if you didn't know how to drive dogs, and you didn't know how to cross country ski, then you were really wasting everybody's time and exploration, which is why you had to be doing physical recordings, geomagnetism, atmospherics and so forth. And so I'm trying to understand because the aurora, all of these kind of things, if you weren't doing something like that, you weren't going to get financial backing of

the newly created serious scientific societies. So all of that is really a legacy of Nonsense being this kind of towering figure that straddled both science and exploration and had enormous clout with scientific societies and governments and corporations. Nonsen was even savvy to the possibilities of corporate sponsorship and product endorsement. People talk about Americans being brand conscious and you know, haling their souls to advertise this, that and

the other. But Nonsense was one of the pioneers of that. I mean, there was nothing he wouldn't endorse if it would provide a few bucks for his exploration. So all of those things were, you know, the way exploration was going to be done in the first half of the twentieth century. Nonsen was a born innovator, never settling for the conventional way of doing things, and driven by curiosity, courage,

and conscience. As we shall see, Nonsense stature as a polar hero spurred American explorer Robert E. Pearry to aim higher. He would use some of the polar traveling techniques that Nonsen invented and rely on his senior assistant, Matthew Henson to attempt the one thing Nonson failed to do, reach the North Pole. The Quest for the North Pole is hosted by Me cat Long. This episode was researched by Me and written by Ellen Kutowski, with fact checking by

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