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"When we halted on April 6, 1909,...Commander Peary...
pulled out...his old silk flag,...“This, my boy, is to be Camp Morris K. Jesup, the last and most
northerly camp on the earth.” He fastened the flag to a staff and
planted it firmly on the top of his igloo. For a few minutes it hung
limp and lifeless in the dead calm of the haze, and then a slight
breeze, increasing in strength, caused the folds to straighten out,
and soon it was rippling out in sparkling color. The stars and stripes
were “nailed to the Pole.” A thrill of patriotism ran through me and I
raised my voice to cheer the starry emblem of my native land. The Esquimos gathered
around and, taking the time from Commander Peary, three hearty
cheers rang out on the still, frosty air, our dumb dogs looking on
in puzzled surprise. As prospects for getting a sight of the sun
were not good, we turned in and slept, leaving the flag proudly
floating above us.
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