The North remained inscrutable. No syllable was on its winds, no whisper in its waves, ice, tides or southering blizzards to tell the condition of the Norwegian explorer, Roald Amundsen, his five comrades and two seaplanes, whom it had swallowed up (TIME, June 1) as they soared away from Spitzbergen to seek the Pole.
The party carried no radio. Their news was to be their return in about 36 hours. A fortnight passed. Was silence golden, no news good ? The world guessed, earnestly, and the guesses and predictions were made public by...
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