The Blizzard Descends: A Photo From A Ravaged Huntsville
The natives complain of it & at every camp are fixing fixing their clothes about the face, waist, knees & wrist. They complain of their noses, which I never knew them to do before. it is keen & bitter as frozen steel. Light air from S during first of march, veering to E & freshening as we camp. Another dog expended here. Tomorrow if ice & weather permit, I shall make a long march, 'boil the kettle' midway, & try to make up the 5 miles lost on the 3rd.
Diary of polar explorer Robert Peary, 1909