Next day we began to climb.  The first part of the work was easy, as the ground rose gradually with smooth snow-slopes below the mountain-side.  Our dogs working well, it did not take us long to get over these slopes.

At the next point we met with some small, very steep glaciers, and here we had to harness twenty dogs to each sledge and take the four sledges in two journeys.  Some places were so steep that it was difficult to use our ski.  Several times we were compelled by deep crevasses to turn back.

On the first day we climbed 2,000 feet.  The next day we crossed small glaciers, and camped at a height of 4,635 feet.  On the third day we were obliged to descend the great Axel Heiberg Glacier, which separates the mountains of the coast from those farther south.

On the following day the longest part of our climbing began.  Many detours had to be made to avoid broad fissures and open crevasses.  Most of them were filled up, as in all probability the glacier had long ago ceased to move; but we had to be very careful, nevertheless, as we could never know the depth of snow that covered them.  Our camp that night was in very picturesque surroundings, at a height of about 5,000 feet.

The glacier was here imprisoned between two mountains of 15,000 feet, which we named after Fridtjof Nansen and Don Pedro Christophersen.

At the bottom of the glacier we saw Ole Engelstad’s great snow-cone rising in the air to 19,000 feet.  The glacier was much broken up in this narrow defile; enormous crevasses seemed as if they would stop our going farther, but fortunately it was not so bad as it looked.

Our dogs, which during the last few days had covered a distance of nearly 440 miles, put in a very good piece of work that day, as they did twenty-two miles on ground rising to 5,770 feet.  It was an almost incredible record.  It only took us four days from the barrier to reach the immense inland plateau.  We camped at a height of 7,600 feet.  Here we had to kill twenty-four of our brave dogs, keeping eighteen —­ six for each of our three sledges.  We halted here for four days on account of bad weather.  On November 25 we were tired of waiting, and started again.  On the 26th we were overtaken by a raging blizzard.  In the thick, driving snow we could see absolutely nothing; but we felt that, contrary to what we had expected —­ namely, a further ascent —­ we were going rapidly downhill.  The hypsometer that day showed a descent of 600 feet.  We continued our march next day in a strong wind and thick, driving snow.  Our faces were badly frozen.  There was no danger, but we simply could see nothing.  Next day, according to our reckoning, we reached lat. 86deg..  The hypsometer showed a fall of 800 feet.  The following day passed in the same way.  The weather cleared up about noon, and there appeared to our astonished eyes a mighty mountain range to the east of us, and not far away.  But the vision only lasted a moment, and then disappeared again in