The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1914-08-07
A RACE FOR FOOD
1t Was Slow and Painful and Over
Arctic Ice Fields.
PLIGHT or TWO EXPLORERS.
Their Fight Aoainst Death by starva-
ton and tho Visions That Were Con-
jured Up by the Torture OF the Mad
dening Panss oil Hunger.

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jured Up by the Torture OF the Mad
dening Panes OF Hunger.
The terrible phantom that haunts
every Traveller In ihc desert Is the pos.
sibiiity that he will not lind water
The arctic explorer rarely suffers from
thirst. but another danger. equally
terrible and mrnacing, Is always on his
trail starvation.
In Lost In the Arctic" Captain
EJnar MikhclScn. the explorer who
after having been given up Tor dead
for over two years. was picked up in
east Greenland 10y n sailing vessel.
gives a graphic account of his race
against hunger. Their sledge dogs
dead. their outfits abandoned. every
morSel of food long since dcvoured,
the only hope OF Mikkelscn and his
companion was TO reach II Kiloncter
Nnesset. where. on the fall trip. they
Ind left u few tins OF food
Every two hours We make short
halt. but the rest is spoiled by the
thought Of the uncomfortable quarter
Of I'm hour that awaits us when we
start and try 10 get our stiifened mus
cles into working order again. our
feet especially are very painful: the
ankles are swollen and horribly tender.
The pancs of hunger increase every
minute. For my own part. can
think Of nothing but food. At first my
thoughts dwell upon all sorts of dishes.
but gradually they concentrate them
selves upon Danish sand
witches. In particular my fancy turns
upon the food that have seen given
away to beggars. and | grow furious
ut the thought OF the contempt with
which these gentry often regard such
gifts.
Gradually the thought takes posses
sion OF me that ! am walking In the
streets OF Copenhagen. eagerly on the
lookout for sandwiches. Suddenly !
spy what am seeking. a little white
object lying to the right OF me. ] turn
to pick II up. but as | stop my foot
strikes against a stone. The shock
brings me back to stern reality. ]
taIe In my belt and stagger ON again.
"lversen Is in no better case l notice
that he frequently stops and peers
through the feldglnss at something on
sbead: then he lets the glass fall again,
with n shake OF the head. Once or
twice I ask what he Is looking mt, but
The answer Is always the same-he
thought he had discovered case Of
..-cvisions. but 1t turned out to be a
rock
According to our reckoning. We
ought 10 reach II Kilometer Naesset
By about q In the evening. We keep a
sharp lookout for the point and sight
something about 4 o'clock that looks
like It. Once more. however. We are
doomed to disappointment 1t Is not
the point.
I'VE pass many old camping places,
.elics Of the Denmark expedition: but.
although we search long and carefully
among the old tins for any remains OF
food. we find nothing In the gather
Ing darkness every point we approach
seems to MS the one we seek. Enconr-
aged by the though OF food. we re-
double our efforts. But when we get
close enough tn see that II Is not the
point our fickering fame Of energy
dies down. and we stagger sullenly
Along with bowed heads
1--WE have no longer any idea OF our
wherea bouts. and IL Is indescribably
nncanny to seq time after time the
same headland with the two small hill
locks NJ its foot. the ghost of Il Kiio-
meter Narsset. About 10 o'clock. half
mad with hunger and exhaustion. we
give IL up and. creeping rs close to-
yether as possible, try To sleep. Bnt
The pain In lversen's leg Is so great
hat he canpot sleep. and he Is half out
u his mind He wakes me M mid
1icht and begs me Ia 20 on.
at Il bitterly cold. and the wind has
shifted 80 that II IL blowing I'm oar
faces. Staggering unsieadily and feel
!ng our way with our sticks. of we 20
MO the darkness.
FINALLY. after another long march.
we sight a point that resembles IL
Kilometer Naesset. and this time II IL
20 trick Of the Imagination. The race
n won. for at the point we find fuel
ana etps - cn,,p nd paas"