CHAPTER XL

THE MAGNETIC POLE

Each successive evening saw us some ten miles nearer to the

Magnetic Pole, but by the 11th we had various inconveniences (to

name them mildly) to add to our difficulties. Mawson had a touch of

snow-blindness in his right eye, and both he and Mackay suffered much

through the skin of their lips peeling off, leaving the raw flesh

exposed. Mawson, particularly, experienced great difficulty every

morning in getting his mouth to open, as his lips were firmly glued

together.

The compass by this time was very sluggish, in fact the theodolite

compass would scarcely work at all. This pleased us all a good deal,

and at first we all wished more power to it; and then, recognising our

mistake, we amended the sentiment and cordially wished less power to it.

On the evening of the 12th, Mawson, after carefully analysing the

results set forth in the advance copy of the _Discovery_ Expedition

Magnetic Report, decided that, although the matter was not expressly so

stated, the Magnetic Pole instead of moving easterly, as it had done

in the interval between Sabine's observation in 1841 and the time of

the _Discovery_ expedition in 1902, was likely now to be travelling

somewhat to the north-west.

The results of dip readings taken earlier in the journey also agreed

with this decision. It would, therefore, be necessary to travel farther

in that direction than we had expected, if we were to reach our goal.

Most extremely disquieting news was this for us, as we had come almost

to the end of our provisions, after making allowance for enough to take

us back on short rations to the coast. Still, in spite of anxiety, our

overwhelming weariness enabled us to get some sleep.

At breakfast on the following morning we fully discussed our future

movements, and Mawson, having carefully reviewed his observations as

to the position of the Magnetic Pole, decided that we must travel four

more days if we were to reach it, and we resolved to go on sledging for

that time.

On that day we advanced thirteen miles, and on the next the snow

surface over which we were sledging sparkled with large reconstructed

ice crystals, about half an inch in width and one sixteenth of an inch

in thickness, which it seemed a sacrilege to break.

On the 15th about twenty minutes before true noon Mawson took magnetic

observations with the dip circle and found the angle only fifteen

minutes off the vertical, the dip being 89° 45'. Naturally we were very

much rejoiced to find that we were close to the Magnetic Pole. The

observations made by Bernacchi, during the two years of the _Discovery_

expedition sojourn at winter quarters on Ross Island, showed that the

extent of daily swing of the magnet was sometimes considerable. The

compass at a distance from the Pole pointing in a slightly varying

direction at different times of the day, indicates that the polar

centre executes a daily round of wanderings about its mean position.

Mawson considered that we were already practically at the Magnetic

Pole; and that if we waited for twenty-four hours taking constant

observations at the spot we had reached, the Pole would, probably,

during that time, come vertically beneath us. We decided, however, to

go on to the spot where Mawson concluded the approximate mean position

of the Magnetic Pole would lie. That evening the dip was 89° 48'.

From the rapid rate at which the dip had been increasing, as well

as from a comparison of Bernacchi's magnetic observations, Mawson

estimated that we were about 13 miles distant from the probable

mean position of the South Magnetic Pole. To locate, he said, the

mean position accurately it was possible that a month of continuous

observation would be necessary, but that the position he indicated was

as close as we could locate it.

Consequently we decided to make a forced march of 13 miles on the

following day to the approximate mean position of the Pole.

On Saturday, January 16, we were up at 6 A.M. and soon started, pulling

our sledge for two miles. We then depoted a lot of our heavy gear and

equipment, and having gone on for another two miles we fixed up the

legs of the dip circle, the compass moving in a horizontal plane being

useless for keeping us on our course.

Two miles farther on we fixed up the legs of the theodolite, and after

another two miles we put up our tent and had a light lunch.

Afterwards we walked five miles in the direction of the Magnetic Pole

so as to place us in the mean position calculated for it by Mawson, 72°

25′ South latitude, 155° 16′ East longitude. Mawson placed his camera

so as to focus the whole group, and in the meantime Mackay and I fixed

up the flag-pole.

Then at 3.30 P.M. we bared our heads and hoisted the Union Jack with

the words uttered by myself, in conformity with Lieutenant Shackleton's

instructions: "I hereby take possession of this area now containing the

Magnetic Pole for the British Empire."

At the same time I fired the trigger of the camera by pulling the

string which Mawson had arranged, and finally we gave three cheers for

His Majesty the King.

The temperature at the moment we hoisted the flag was exactly 0° Fahr.

It was an intense satisfaction and relief to all of us to feel that at

last, after so many days of toil and danger, we had been able to carry

out our leader's instructions, and to fulfil the wish of Sir James

Clarke Ross that the South Magnetic Pole should be actually reached, as

he had already in 1831 reached the North Magnetic Pole.

At the same time we were too utterly weary to be capable of any great

amount of exultation. I am sure the feeling that was uppermost in

all of us was one of devout and heartfelt thankfulness to the kind

Providence which had so far guided our footsteps in safety to that goal.

With a fervent "Thank God" we all did a right-about turn, and marched

as quickly as tired limbs would allow us back towards our little green

tent in the wilderness of snow. Reaching our depot a little before 10

P.M. that night, we turned into the sleeping-bag faint and weary, but

happy that a haunting load of possible failure was at last removed from

our minds.

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