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Disappointment dogged their every step on the trip back from the Pole. Amundsen had bested Scott, as the World would soon be told. Evans was the first to die, to perish in the frost. Oates, the poor old soldier, was next to pay the cost. Crippled by an old war wound, Home base too far to go, He walked out in a blizzard and was buried by the snow. Eleven miles to fuel and food The three men left were stranded A fierce winter storm held them at bay Empty bellied, empty handed. Bowers first, then Wilson died, felled by dysentery . Scott, their brave Commander, then wrote his final entry: “A pity, I can write no more, too weak to venture out. Nearly snow blind from the Frost, by Winter put to rout” Eight months later, a rescue party came upon their sad remains Robert Falcon Scott had died. The world would learn their names. They raised a cairn of ice around the place where brave men died. A crudely fashioned wooden cross they placed above on high.
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
A Party of Five
Disappointment dogged their every step on the trip back from the Pole. Amundsen had bested Scott, as the World would soon be told. Evans was the first to die, to perish in the frost. Oates, the poor old soldier, was next to pay the cost. Crippled by an old war wound, Home base too far to go, He walked out in a blizzard and was buried by the snow. Eleven miles to fuel and food The three men left were stranded A fierce winter storm held them at bay Empty bellied, empty handed. Bowers first, then Wilson died, felled by dysentery . Scott, their brave Commander, then wrote his final entry: “A pity, I can write no more, too weak to venture out. Nearly snow blind from the Frost, by Winter put to rout” Eight months later, a rescue party came upon their sad remains Robert Falcon Scott had died. The world would learn their names. They raised a cairn of ice around the place where brave men died. A crudely fashioned wooden cross they placed above on high.
The tragic conclusion of the Robert Falcon Scott expedition to reach the south Pole
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
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