MISCELLANEOUS.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LV, Issue 227, 13 February 1913, Page 5

MISCELLANEOUS.

MRS SCOTT'S HOPES. Washington. February 11. Before leaving San Francisco Mrs. Scott said she expected her husband would succeed in his quest. She hoped to meet him at one of the New Zealand southerly ports. She said Captain Scptt was sure to suffer a bitter disappointment when he found that Amundsen had reached the Pole first, but her husband was a good sailor and would pot begrudge for a moment another's victory. A BRAVE WIDOW. London, February 11. The widow of Petty-officer Evajis, on receiving 1 Lieut. Evans' message, said: "I have the consolation of knowing my husband died bravely." Presiding at the meeting of the Humane Society, Lord George Hamilton paid a tribute to the heroes, especially to Capt. Oates, who sacrificed his life lest lie should be a drag on his comrades, hoping thus to give them a better cliance to reach the goal, AMUNDSEN AND SCOTT. THE SCENE OF THE POLE. Captain Amundsen, in his reeent work on "The South Pole," makes this reference to the scene of the Pole, where the cables relate Captain Scott found Amundsen's record: At three in the afternoon a simultaneous "Halt!" rang out from the drivers. They had carefully examined their sledge-meters, and they all showed the full distance our Pole by reckoning. The goal was reached, the, journey ended. I cannot say though I known it would sound, much more effective—that the object of my life was attained. That would be romancing rather too barefacedly. I had better be honest and

admit straight out that I had never ■v known,. any man to bo r placed in such a . diametrically opposite position to the goal in his desires as I was at that moment. The regions around the North Pole—well, yes, the North Pole itself—had attracted me from childhood, and here I was at the South JPole. Can anything more topsy-turvy he imagined? . . . It was not for one man to do this, it was for all who had staked their lives in the struggle and held together through thick and thin. . . . Five weather-beaten, frost-bitten fists they were that grasped the pole, raised the waving flag in the air, and pjarttod it as the first at the geographical South Pole. "Thus we plant tliQg, beloved flag, at the South Pole, and give to the plain on which it lies the name of King Haakon the Seventh's Plateau." That moment will certainly be remembered by all of us who stood there.