Sailmaker Martin Rønne, dancing with a dog in the absence of a female partner, on the journey south with Amundsen on the Fram. Rønne had sewn the Cooke tent they left at the South Pole.
‘Three cheers for the dogs’
Had the British – and Scott in particular – been willing to learn from others’ previous polar experience, all of his hardships could have been avoided or overcome. Arriving in Bergen, but before Scott’s fate was known, Amundsen's team mate, Oscar Bjaaland, told the press that they were confident Scott would have reached the pole, but that he probably failed to reach his main depot on the way back. Scurvy and the winter weather would have defeated him. It was all so utterly predictable.
The American press trumpeted Amundsen's success and he went on a lucrative tour of the States from January to March 1913. But he was not a good talker and a worse writer. The publisher William Heinemann wrote ‘I am disappointed with the lack of imagination he displays… in even so thrilling a thing as his achievement…. I cannot help feeling that, however great Amundsen’s feat is, he is not likely to write a good book.’ But as the historian Beau Riffenburgh points out, the real problem was that what English-speaking readers wanted was heroic tales of desperate survival in appalling conditions - even if, as Riffenburgh points out, those conditions ‘were, to a great extent, of their own making.’
The British, of course, were furious that Amundsen had, as they saw it, trespassed on Scott’s territory, and then beaten him to the pole. England’s Royal Geographical Society (RGS), which was part funding Scott, had no option but to invite Amundsen to address them as they did all returning explorers at the Queen's Hall. Scott’s wife, Kathleen, ostentatiously returned her invitation, but sneaked in anyway to hear him.
In his speech thanking Amundsen, Lord Curzon, the new RGS President, ended by announcing a toast. ‘I propose 3 cheers for the dogs’.
He intended to imply, of course, that Amundsen had cheated by giving all the hard work to dogs, rather than hauling his own sleds, like any manly Briton would have done.
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