Autumn was drawing on.  One day there came a letter from him.  In order to raise the money he could not get at home for his North Polar expedition he was going to the South Pole first.  People stood still —­ did not know what to say.  This was an unheard-of thing, to make for the North Pole by way of the South Pole!  To make such an immense and entirely new addition to his plans without asking leave!  Some thought it grand; more thought it doubtful; but there were many who cried out that it was inadmissible, disloyal —­ nay, there were some who wanted to have him stopped.  But nothing of this reached him.  He had steered his course as he himself had set it, without looking back.

Then by degrees it was forgotten, and everyone went on with his own affairs.  The mists were upon us day after day, week after week —­ the mists that are kind to little men and swallow up all that is great and towers above them.

Suddenly a bright spring day cuts through the bank of fog.  There is a new message.  People stop again and look up.  High above them shines a deed, a man.  A wave of joy runs through the souls of men; their eyes are bright as the flags that wave about them.

Why?  On account of the great geographical discoveries, the important scientific results?  Oh no; that will come later, for the few specialists.  This is something all can understand.  A victory of human mind and human strength over the dominion and powers of Nature; a deed that lifts us above the grey monotony of daily life; a view over shining plains, with lofty mountains against the cold blue sky, and lands covered by ice-sheets of inconceivable extent; a vision of long-vanished glacial times; the triumph of the living over the stiffened realm of death.  There is a ring of steeled, purposeful human will —­ through icy frosts, snowstorms, and death.

For the victory is not due to the great inventions of the present day and the many new appliances of every kind.  The means used are of immense antiquity, the same as were known to the nomad thousands of years ago, when he pushed forward across the snow-covered plains of Siberia and Northern Europe.  But everything, great and small, was thoroughly thought out, and the plan was splendidly executed.  It is the man that matters, here as everywhere.

Like everything great, it all looks so plain and simple.  Of course, that is just as it had to be, we think.

Apart from the discoveries and experiences of earlier explorers —­ which, of course, were a necessary condition of success —­ both the plan and its execution are the ripe fruit of Norwegian life and experience in ancient and modern times.  The Norwegians’ daily winter life in snow and frost, our peasants’ constant use of ski and ski-sledge in forest and mountain, our sailors’ yearly whaling and sealing life in the Polar Sea, our explorers’ journeys in the Arctic regions —­ it was all this, with the dog as a draught animal borrowed from the primitive races, that formed the foundation of the plan and rendered its execution possible —­ when the man appeared.