Hell on Ice: The Saga of the Jeannette

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Summary: To Be Read by a Warm Fire Only
Review: As a longtime fan of Edward Ellsberg, I constantly search for his books both in stores and flea markets. Hell On Ice is frequently available on the used book market but buying a new copy makes sense after reading it. This is a must read for anyone who has ever been cold, wet, stuck in a snowstorm or would rather just read about it. Admiral Ellsberg captures the bravery, determination, skill and dedication of a small sampling of these heros of the Jeannette. Achievement of their stated goals is quickly traded for mere survival as this expedition takes the darker and colder side of fate seemingly at every juncture. This book is a fitting tribute to sailors of the era before radio, radar or GPS. A great gift for anyone with a sense of adventure and a cautionary tale for the brave people who challenge the unkown.

Rating:
Summary: To Be Read by a Warm Fire Only
Review: As a longtime fan of Edward Ellsberg, I constantly search for his books both in stores and flea markets. Hell On Ice is frequently available on the used book market but buying a new copy makes sense after reading it. This is a must read for anyone who has ever been cold, wet, stuck in a snowstorm or would rather just read about it. Admiral Ellsberg captures the bravery, determination, skill and dedication of a small sampling of these heros of the Jeannette. Achievement of their stated goals is quickly traded for mere survival as this expedition takes the darker and colder side of fate seemingly at every juncture. This book is a fitting tribute to sailors of the era before radio, radar or GPS. A great gift for anyone with a sense of adventure and a cautionary tale for the brave people who challenge the unkown.

Rating:
Summary: Hell On Ice
Review: From the dust jacket:
Nearly sixty years have slipped by since the Jeannette sailed away through the Golden Gate sped by cheers, sirens, salutes, by high hopes -- and by a woman's tears; the first expedition to seek the North Pole by way of the Behring Sea. Only a scattering of people recall today her dramatic fate, though it was the sensation of the time. No doubt she would soon be remembered only by Arctic historians had not Commander Ellsberg, delving into the facts and circumstances of that voyage, found them of the stuff that has made great human drama since the days of Troy.

Commander Ellsberg discovered in the half-surpressed logs of the hapless expedition a story of incredible excitement and variety -- a tale of men locked two years in the Arctic pack, of sudden disaster, of desperate flight across the cruel ice, of a wild small boat passage over the storm swept Arctic seas to the barren frozen tundra of Siberia. But more than that, he saw in those events human heroism and courage in the face of such hardships as have never been recorded before nor since. He saw men who had been ordinary sailors and officers transformed by extraordinary occurences -- some into gallant leaders, a few into shirkers and mutineers, others into lunatics, some into reckless martyrs, one at least into a hero whom all men can be proud.

No one could be more ideally equipped to make this saga of the Arctic live than Commander Edward Ellsberg. Author of On the Bottom, already recognized as a classic of the sea, himself a brilliant engineer, he recounts of the story through the vivid personality of George Wallace Melville, chief engineer on the Jeannette. A careful research through diaries, journals, Naval Inquiries, and Congressional Investigations enables him to use the actual dialogue and set down authentically the characters of the whole ship's company. Above all, his rare knowledge of men in action and his rare ability to depict them make the reader virtually a member of the most extraordinary Artic expedition in history.

In Hell on Ice he takes a musty, never wholly known record and recreates it in the flesh and blood with wild Arctic gales singing through it, with the screech and roar of the tumbling ice floes, the flaming colors of the Aurora Borealis, the smell of sweaty furs, and the cries of men, now hoarse and desperate as they face destruction, now softened by the hope of salvation; while through it all, strangely woven into the fabric of the banner borne along till it falls from dying fingers to the ice, is the presence of the woman who waits at home, in agony looking toward the void of the unknown North.