Polar Explorer Matthew Henson, Assistant to Admiral Peary (1909)
Muttered in bunks, bent to the capstan’s spokes, nightly whispered after exchange of course and speed at watch-shift, What will he look like frostbit? Son of the tropics, how will his dark blood fare? But once on the ice, once our hoods were drawn and hoar had coweled our features, once my broad nose […]