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MOMENTS We’ll Never Forget
SIX GREAT EXPLORERS recall exciting episodes around the WORLD
Vilhjamer Stefansson
Among the greatest polar explorers of all time; his latest book is “Unsolved Mysteries of the Arctic."
Sir Hubert Wilkins
First to explore Antarctica from an airplane; has led many expeditions into little-known regions.
Harrison Forman
Linguist, author, foremost authority on Tibet; designed film sets and costumes for "Lost Horizon."
TRAPPED on an ARCTIC "eggshell" Heading across icebound Dolphin Strait in the Arctic twilight, I saw a large black patch in the distance. Here was a mystery! Focusing my binoculars, I caught the reflection of a star—the black patch was open water! Immediately I lay flat and stabbed the ice with my hunting knife. It went through with practically no resistance; the ice was not rver an inch thick. I called to my Eskimo follower; our sled was already settling in a pool of water. We were trapped on an "eggshell" of ice. Crawling in a circle, we inched our way, hour after hour, back to safety over this fragile film. Had the "eggshell" broken, we'd have been swept in under the ice, for the current in the strait flows like a mill race.
Facing COLD DEATH in the Tropics
The bitterly cold Polar Regions hold no freez¬ing terrors equal to the chill I received one night in tropic Northern Australia. Reading by camplight under an upturned boat, all at once I felt two spear points against my chest, saw two pairs of naked feet. Savage mutterings literally "froze me stiff" with fear. The na¬tives, mistaking this seeming calmness for an iron nerve, retreated in awe. Later, I came to know these wild people. But never did I quite lose my original fears—particularly after see¬ing how fiercely they attacked other trespass¬ers. My "freezing" terror had saved my life!
The Husband-hunter of TIBET
"I like you. I'll take all four of you as hus¬bands!" The speaker was Drolma, a daugh¬ter of Tibet; the objects of her affection, me and my three camping companions. It looked desperate for us. In Lama land, this statement was a marriage ceremony, even though she already had three spouses—who were probably on the warpath for us. Knowing the language and customs, however, we induced a nearby religious order to enroll her, thereby cutting the quadruple knot. Just then, rifle shots! Husbands One, Two and Three arrived, de¬manding vengeance. This time it took even quicker thinking, but goblets of beer brought a happy ending as Drolma's seven ex-hus¬bands held an informal convention.
White Man's MAGIC in CANNIBAL LAND
Deep in British New Guinea, where no white man had ventured afoot before, I faced death by hostile tribes. But white man's magic saved the day. I traced the tribal totem—a tortoise—on my arm with a stick of soap. Then I set fire to jungle bark-fibers with my burning-glass, rubbed the ashes over my arm, and lo, there was the turtle's outline, proving my kinship with the tribe. Soon I was pressing on, my most thrilling ad¬venture now safely behind.
BLOWN Galley West TO A RECORD
The thrill of my life? It came while com¬manding the U. S. S. Newport, a sailing vessel. Homeward bound from Teneriffe (off the African Coast), we hit a hurricane near Ber-muda. Even with seasoned men I'd have wor¬ried; but my crew were boys learning to sail! Lives hung on my judgment. I weighed the odds, decided to "run for it" under close-reefed foresail. Through the storm's fury, my lads performed like veterans. The strip of sail held like a sheet of steel. In 48 hours we were safely 600 miles ahead. Our hurricane speed sent us into New London with a school-ship record of 26 days for the southern sailing paSsage¬a feat that had been furthest from my mind as we fought for existence in the Atlantic!
SAVED by a CAMERA"shot"
How friendly that lone cabin in remote Lapland looked after my weeks of solitude! So inviting, in fact, that I couldn't resist photographing it. Crash ! A bushy bearded half-breed came leaping toward me, swinging a huge axe. I grabbed the handiest thing to throw in his face—it was my camera. The instant he saw it he screamed and ran into the cabin, bolting the door. I realized then that he shared the belief of some primitive , people, that one who f gets a likeness of ' them has them in his power. My instinctive act was the only pos¬sible way I could have chosen to keep from being killed !
J. Allan Dunn
Leader of many expeditions in the South Seas and the Orient; his books on adventure are widely known.
Capt. Felix Riesenber
Master mariner in sail and steam; author of books on seamanship and many novels; pio¬neer balloonist.
Arnold Haverlee
Explorer, foreign correspondent, artist; has lectured at the Explorers Club and through¬out America.
The air that sustains LIFE ... can ruin the BREW!