Scott
had two motor sledges now. They were the first motor sledges in the Antarctic
- the first on earth. On October 24th, the motor sledges started south from
Cape Evans. Four men went with them, but Scott stayed at Cape Evans for
another week.
cape
[keip] - мыс;
Oates
was unhappy. He wrote to his mother: We had a very bad winter here.
I don't like Scott. We were here all winter, but he didn't learn to ski,
or to drive dogs. Our equipment is bad, and he doesn't think about other
people. I'm going to sleep in his tent on the journey, but I don't want
to.
learn
[l:n] - учиться;
On
November 1st Scott and Oates and six more men left Cape Evans with eight
sledges and eight ponies. The ponies walked slowly because their feet went
down into the snow. It was hard work for them and they got tired very quickly.
They travelled thirteen or fourteen kilometres in a day.
Behind
the ponies came Meares with one sledge and some dogs. Meares knew how to
drive dogs. Every day, Meares started two hours after the ponies, and arrived
two hours before them.
After
five days, they found the motor sledges.
* * *
The
Norwegians began again on October 20th. There were five men this time
- Amundsen, Bjaaland, Wisting, Hassel, and Hanssen. They had four sledges,
and forty-eight dogs.
There
was a lot of wind and fog. On the first day, Wisting's sledge suddenly stopped,
and the back went down. "Come on, you dogs!" he said angrily.
"Pull! Pull!" At first nothing happend; then, slowly, the sledge
moved again. Wisting looked down, over the side of the sledge. Under the
snow, there was a fifty metre hole.
side
- сторона; hole - зд. яма;
"Did
you see that?" Amundsen said. "The ice wants to eat us - men,
dogs, sledges, everything."
On
the fourth day they reached the depot at 80 degrees South. There was a bad
snowstorm, but they found the flags easily. Next day the men stayed in their
tents, and the dogs played in their holes under the snow. They were all
happy. They had a lot of food, they had good equipment, and they were warm.
They could travel fast.
Next
morning, the snowstorm stopped, and the journey began again. Today,
everything is wonderful, Bjalland wrote in his diary. But where
is Scott? In front of us, or behind?
* * *
There
was no one with the motor sledges; they were broken. Scott looked at
them angrily.
"It
doesn't matter," he said. "Teddy Evans and his men are in front
of us. They're good men - they're pulling their sledges themselves. We can
get to the Pole on foot."
Oates
looked at Meares. Oates and the ponies were tired, but Meares and his dogs
were not. The snow was home for them.
That
night, Oates wrote: Three motor sledges at £1,000 each, 19 ponies
at £5 each, 32 dogs at £1.50 each. Well, it's not my money,
it's Scott's.
On
November 21st, one of the ponies died.
*
* *
On November
11th, the Norwegians saw the mountains.
The
mountains were very high - some of the highest on earth. Bjaaland smiled.
"There
is good skiing up there, Roald," he said. "But can dogs get up
there too?"
"Of
course they can," Amundsen said. "Come on."
They
left Hanssen with the dogs, and skied a little way up the mountains. It
was difficult, but the mountains were big and beautiful. Behind the mountains,
Amundsen thought there was a high plateau of ice. "That's it,"
Amundsen said. "That's the road to the Pole. Tomorrow, we can bring
the dogs and sledges up here. But now, let's have a ski race. Who can get
back to camp first?"
They
laughed, and skied happily down the white snow. "This is like home,"
Bjaaaland thought. "But it's bigger than Norway, and better."
In
the next four days, the dogs pulled the sledges eighty-one kilometres, and
went up 3,000 metres. At last, Amundsen and Bjaaland stood on the plateau
behind the mountains. They were tired, happy men.
in
- зд. через;
Bjaaland
looked back at the mountains. "Can a motor sledge get up here?"
he asked.
Amundsen
smiled. "No," he said. "I don't think so. And Scott doesn't
like dogs. So his men are going to pull their sledges up these mountains
themselves. Would you like to do that, Olav?"
Bjaaland
didn't answer. He smiled, and skied happily away across the snow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Across the Plateau
On
November 21st, the Norwegians killed thirty dogs. "They were happy,"
Amundsen said. "And now they're going to die quickly. We need three
sledges, to go to the Pole."
When
the dog were dead, the others dogs ate them. The men ate them, too. They
were good friends, Bjaaland wrote in his diary. And now they are
good food. Two days later, the dogs were fat. Then, in a snowstorm,
they began the journey again.
dead
[ded] - мертвый;
After
the snowstorm, there was fog, and in the fog, they got lost on an ice river
with hundreds of big holes in it. They could see nothing, and it was very
dangerous. In four days they moved nine kilometres. But the ice is beautiful,
Bjaaland wrote. Blue and green and white. This is a wonderful place
- but I don't want to stay a long time.
After
the ice, there was strong winds and bad snowstorms. They could see nothing
in front of them. But every day, they travelled twenty-five or thirty kilometres.
Then, on December 9th, the sun came out. They were at 88 degrees 23 minutes
South - 175 kilomertes from the Pole.
Five
more long days, Bjaaland wrote. That's all now. But where is Scott?
*
* *
For four
days, Scott's men stayed in their tents near the mountains. There
is a bad snowtorm outside, Oates wrote. It's too cold for the
ponies, and our clothes and skis are bad, too.
On
December 9th, Oates killed the ponies. They were tired and ill and they
could not walk up to the plateau. Then Meares and his dogs went back to
Cape Evans. "We can pull the sledges ourselves," Scott said. "We
can do it - we're all strong men."
There
were two sledged and eight men. They went twenty-four kilometres a day.
On December 31st, Scott said to Teddy Evans, and the men on the second sledge:
"You can't ski well. Leave your skis here." So they pulled their
sledge twenty-four kilometres without skis.
Next
day, Scot went to Teddy Evans's tent. "You are ill, Teddy," he
said . "Your can't come to the Pole. Take two men and go back, tomorrow."
Teddy
Evans was very unhappy. "Two men, Captain?" he said. "Why
not three?"
"Because
Bowers is going to come with me," Scott said. "He's strong - we
need him."
"But
... you have food on your sledge for four men, not five!" Evans said.
And Bowers has no skis!"
"I'm
the Captain, Teddy!" Scott said. "You do what I say. Take two
men and leave Bowers with me!"
Oates
wrote to his mother: I am going to the Pole with Scott. I am pleased
and feel strong. But in his diary he wrote: My feet are very bad.
They are always wet now, and they don't look good.
feel
- чувствовать (себя); wet - влажный, мокрый;
On
January 4th Scott's men left Teddy Evans and went on. Scott, Oates, Wilson
and Edgar Evans had skis, but Bowers did not. They were 270 kilometres from
the Pole.
*
* *
December
14th 1911 was a warm, sunny day. Five Norwegians skied over the beautiful
white snow. It was very quiet. No one spoke. They were excited, and happy.
"Six
more kilometres," Bjaaland thought. Is there a British flag? I
can't see a flag, but ..."
"Look!"
Hassel said. "What's that over there?"
Bjaaland
left his sledge and skied quickly away over the snow. "What is it?"
he thought. "Is it ...? No!"
"It's
nothing!" he called. "There's nothing there ... nothing!"
Three
kilometres, two. "Roald!" Hansen called to Amundsen. "Go
in front of me, please. It helps my dogs."
"That's
not true," Bjaaland thought. "His dogs are running well today.
But Hanssen wants Amundsen to be first. The first man at the South Pole!"
true
[tru:] - правда.
They
skied on and on, over the beautiful snow.
"Stop!"
Amundsen said. He waited quietly for his men. "This is it," he
said.
Bjaaland
looked at him. "But there's nothing here," he said.
Amundsen
smiled. "Oh yes there is," he said. "There's something very
important here, Olav. Very, very important."
"What's
that, Roald?"
"Us.
We're here now. Isn't that important, Olav?"
The
four men stood on the snow, and looked at him. Then, slowly, they all
began to laugh.