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| [From Henson's 1912 autobiography]
"...We were crossing a lane of moving ice.. when the block of ice I
was using as a support slipped from underneath my feet, and before I
knew it the sledge was out of my grasp, and I was floundering in the
water of the lead. I did the best I could. I tore my hood
from off my head and struggled frantically. ...I could not take hold
of the ice, but...faithful old Ootah had
grabbed me by the nape of the neck, the same as he would have
grabbed a dog, and with one hand he pulled me out of the water, and
with the other hurried the team across. He had saved my life, but I
did not tell him so, for such occurrences are taken
as part of the day’s work...we
found the boys gathered around the Commander, doing their best to
relieve him of his discomfort, for he had fallen into the water
also, and while he was not complaining, I was sure that his bath had
not been any more voluntary than mine had been." |
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