Bisbee daily review., 1911-10-05
Saved Lives of Scientists
 in the Arctic
Thrilling Experiences of Museum Agents in the Country Where Even the Polar Bears Have ChiIls aid Where Letters Writ ten in March Lie in the Mail Bag Until July Before They Are Started Toward Civilization.

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 three-year-old carcass of a bowhead. while slightly acrid and a bit mussy, is certainly filling. The doctor knows because he ate a few double portion slices. It was bow head or nothing. As the doctor had had plenty of the latter he welcomed the bowhead
 II was in that forlorn country, where even the polar bears have chills, 4,Oo0 miles to the west and more than i ,OO0 north, and then some. that he made the choice. relates the New York World. He and V. Stefansson, as rep resentatives of the American Museum of National History. were up there staring death in the face looking for specimens. They are now returning, after two years absence. Stories of their hardships have got here first. Catching the mails is no joke up there. To get letter in the letter box at MacPherson in time for the July de- livery MT. Stefasson wrote on March l3. If a letter is carried around in one's pocket over night the folks at home have to wait another six months for news.
 Mir. Stefansson and Dr. Anderson left New York on April 5. 1908. They made their way by railroad to Edmon- ton!sCanads, the furtherest point to which human ingenuity and daring had been able to push the steel rails, the advance agents of progress. From Edmonton the two explorers made their way to Athabasca, at the head waters of the Mackenzie, where, the river being free from fee, they would find sturdy little steamers ready to carry them one step further into the wilderness of ice and snow. The. mo ment they left the deck of the little boat that had served their purpose to the best of its ability the two adven- turers plunged into the terrible fast nessess of the great silent north.
 Two Years in the lee.
 For almost two years the great sweeps of snow and fee hid the two men from the rest of the world almost as completely as the walls of a tomb. Once an Eskimo. travelling far from his home down into the haunts of sturdy white folks who were fighting for existence on the very edge of the arctic circle. brought with him 8 story of two white men up above the circle. Only one other time did word come from the men. Then. by long and tedious sled journeys, did an Els hmo attached to their party carry a letter to the daring skipper of a fish ing smack that had literally forced it's way through the ice into the far north.
 Now the men are making their way slowly back. bringing with them de- tails of story the mere hints Of which have outdone the dreams of writers of fiction who love to tell of imaginary adventures in the frozen north. And the men who faced perils and hsrdships that would have tried the courage and strength of the hard est who set out on long and painful Journeys when the mercury froze in the thermometer; who were forced to camp on mountain ridges and peaks at the height of blizzards-they have sent a plain. impassioned report of their journeys without giving n hint that they encountered aught but what they expected when they left New York.
 Hsroships of the Trip.
 It would require far more space than the limits of this article hermit to give more than a mere skeleton of the story of the two years trip, as 1t is now in the possession of Dr. H. c. BumDus. director of the Museum of Natural History. who authorized the expedition. When the men themselves arrive they will fill in with detail the story of periods of ten days and more that often elssped without a morsel of sustaining food passing their lips and which they dismissed with a single sentence in their preliminary report.
 In many respects the trip of Mir. 5tefansson and Dr. Anderson sur. passes any other expedition ever made into the north by white men. The diff. faculties with which they had to con. tend. because of the very nature of their journey. exceeded even those which confronted Commander Peary on his dash to the north pole. His was a hurried trip across several hun. dred miles of ice to the pole and back. Carefully constructed sieds drawn by the finest Eskimo dogg Ia