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Meares is the greatest attraction: a full voicewhich is musical but always very flat.He declares that 'God save the King'will always send them [back] to the water."They waddle forward, poking their headsto and fro, in their odd way,in spite of a string of howling dogsstraining to get at them.‘[Hello],’ they seem to say, 'here's a game--what do all you ridiculous things want?Oh, that's the sort of animal you are;well, you've come to the wrong place.'(The first two lines of stanza three are from Wilson’s account of the explorers singing “She’s GotRings on Her Fingers,” a popular song by Maurice Scott, R.P. Weston, and F.J. Barnes published in1908. He misremembers the exact lyrics. I have added the chorus and another verse of the song,using the correct lyrics.)Song 4: Impressions on the MarchThe hardening process must be goodfor animals though not for men.String of ponies progressing over the ice,following in each other's tracks.The dogs are…tired to-night.Pathetic to see the ponies floundering.The small green tent and the great white road.The whine of a dog and the neigh of our steeds.The driving cloud of powdered snow.The crunch of footsteps which break the surface crust.The gentle flutter of our canvas shelter.Its deep booming under the full force of a blizzard.The eternal silence of the great white desert.The vast silence broken only bythe mellow sounds of the marching column.
Song 5: In Winter QuartersHere the outward show is nothing,it is the inward purpose that counts.Every incident palesbefore the startling contents ofthe mail: Amundsenestablished in the Bay of Whales.One thing only fixes in my mind:To go forward and do our bestfor the honour of the countrywithout fear or panic.Wilson, withal ready and willing.Evans, with a clear-minded zeal.Bowers is the hardest travellerthat ever undertook a Polar journey.Oates' whole heart is in the ponies.Boys, all of them, but such goodnaturedones. No friction at all.I do not think that harder men or bettertravellers ever took the trail.Held the usual Morning Service.Hymns not quite successful to-day.'Who is man and what his place,In the recklessness of space,What has he, this atom creature,In the infinitude of nature?' (Palgrave)Song 6: Summit, the Pole and BeyondWe kill another pony to-morrow night. We have all takento horse meat. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.Our case is growing desperate. Yet, after all, one can go on striving.What castles one builds now hopefully…the Pole is ours.Oh! for a few fine days!
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