Frederick Albert Cook, My Attainment of the Pole
“ Both Christmas day and Christmas night are black. Only the stars keep their endless watch in the cold skies.Standing outside my igloo on the happy night, I gazed at the Pole Star, the guardian of the goal I sought, and I remembered with a thrill the story of that mysterious star the Wise Men had followed, of the wonders to which it led them, and I felt an awed reverence for the Power that set these unfaltering beacons above the earth and had written in their golden traces, with a burning pen, veiled and unrevealed destinies which men for ages have tried to learn. ”
