Roald Amundsen,
Our polar flight
(1925)
“ Quite naturally an airman’s thoughts turn towards a landing place. Should his motor fail and he has no place to land, he is indeed in a bad way. But no matter where we looked there was not the sign of a landing place. So far as we could see the ice looked44 like a number of furrows, stretched out without rhyme or reason, and between the furrows rose a high stone fence. ”
