Bridgeton pioneer., 1911-03-09
AN ARCTIC RESCUE
The Finding of the Survivors of
the GreeIy Expedition.
STAYED THE. HAND OF DEATH.
The Seven Starved and Half Crazed
Dying Men Were Wearily Waiting
For the End When Came the Shout
That Told Them Relief Was Nigh.

For the End When Came the shout
That Told Them Relief Was Nigh.
In his story of the rescue of the rem
nants of the III fated Greely expedi-
ton at Cape Sabine in 1884 Frank B.
Copley in the American Magazine
gives a dramatic description of the ac-
tual finding of the starving survivors.
On June 81 furious gale blew down
the tent. which the despairing men
had not the strength to raise again.
On the 22d the gale continued. and the
men felt that the end of their long
struggle had come.
In the evening all the men were in
their bags. waiting for death. Greely.
Frederick. Biederick. Ellison and Con.
nell were under the fallen canvas of
the tent. Brainard and Long were
under the fallen canvas of the adjoin-
ing shelter. 1t remained light Of
course. the sun at this season being
continuously above the horizon. Con
nell passed into the unconscious state
which was the prelude of death. The
other six men. supremely Indifferent
to everything. lay idly doing.
But the evening still was young
when. seemingly from distance, there
came a sound that forced itself upon
their attention. Once came the sound,
Twice came the sound! Three times
came the sound! Each time it was
long, inSistent Screech.
At first 1t was annoying. as any
sound is that gradually forces one to
leave ones pleasant dreams and awake
But with the second repetition of the
screech Brainard and Long sat up and
looked at each other.
From under the canvas of the tent
came the complaining voice of Greedy,
"Brainard. did you hear itY'
''YeS, sir"
what was it?"
81 think-l am pretty sure-that it
was the whistle of steamer
There was something of a stir under
the fallen canvas of the tent Bieder
bick had aroused himself and seized
the bag containing their last bit of
brandy. Two spoonfuls were left.
Biederbick forced one down the throat
of the dying Connell. If they actually
were going to be rescued Connell
should have a chance to live. The
other spoonful of brandy Biederbick
offered to his commander. When Gree
ly declined it Biederbick sent it to fol.
low the other spoonful down the throat
of Connell.
Greedy now asked Brainard and Long
If they could get out from under their
canvas and report if anything was to
be seen. They said they felt able to
climb to the high. rocky point on the
ridge where Brainard had set a signal
flag.
do your best" said Greely.
Slowly and painfully Brainard and
Long crawled up the narrow path in
the snow to the point which command
ed broad view of the sea- There
was much open water. but nothing
was to be seen on 1t save the old
monotonous foes and bergs
Long said they must have been rnis-
taken in the nature of the sound they
had heard. Brainard agreed. After
few minutes Brainard. chilled through.
said he would go back and report to
Greedy. Long. who was more warmly
clad. said he would stay up there a
while longer.
When Brainard, In reporting to Gree
ly. again expressed the opinion that
they had been deceived the opinion
seemed to be accepted by all the men
nnHnr fhn inc rd h ai,
into his bag. fully believing that he
never would leave it again and fully
resigned to the prospect.
Presently Biederbick began to argue
that the fact that no ship was to be
seen from the point above them did
not necessarily indicate that they had
been deceived in believing that the
sounds they heard were those of
ships whistle. He suggested that the
ship might be in Payer harbor. which
could not be seen from their ridge
Greedy aroused himself sufficiently
to say that he did not consider this
probable. Biederbick. however. went
on arguing in his persistent German
way that help was near. At length |
Greedy, whose nerves were a wreck |
and whose mind was fast giving way.
turned on Biederhick and cursed him |
for making a disturbance.
"Shut up" he ordered. land let us |
die in peacer
So once more there was quiet
Lying outside in his bag, Brainard |
vaguely wondered if he ever again |
would see Long
Presently be heard footsteps
Some one was coming.
1t could not be Long.
Whoever was coming was running.
GOd-he was running.
Then came a shout-the shout of
hale and hearty man.
"Greely! Greely! Are pc heref"
There was no installing the voice
with its Scotch Irish accent The |
voice was that of James w. Norman,
ice master on the Proteus when that
steamship transported the Greely ey
pedition to Lady Franklin bay three
years before