The Incredible Life Of Peter Freuchen…A Man Who Once Formed A Chisel Out Of His Own Frozen Feces To Free Himself From An Avalanche

January 24, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: History, Interesting |

The Age of Arctic Exploration remains largely excluded from the history books because, quite frankly, there’s nothing sexy about exploring uninhabited blocks of ice. Arctic explorers never received the glory they deserved, and never became household names or the subjects of movies and tv shows.

It’s a shame because after reading into it, I realized that these courageous, bearded men were often quite fascinating, especially one in particular. If anyone deserves a movie made about them, it’s Peter Freuchen.

The 6’ 6” Danish native originally fulfilled his childhood dream of becoming a sailor, but later decided he’d rather use his skills to sail to the unexplored arctic than fish or transport cargo.

In 1910 he left Denmark, embarking on his first expedition of Greenland. He eventually founded and established the settlement of Thule in Northern Greenland, which is now a large U.S. Naval base. He remained at Thule and governed the new Danish colony until 1920.

During this time he lead several expeditions of the rest of Greenland. His most famous, the First Thule Expedition (1912), tested Robert Peary’s claim that a channel divided Peary Land and Greenland. Freuchen proved Peary incorrect with a dangerous and historic 620 mile dogsled trip across the inland ice.


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A Freed Slave’s Letter to His Former Master

January 9, 2018 | 2 Comments » | Topics: History |

P. H. Anderson, a planter, wrote his former slave, Jourdon Anderson, who had previously served as a driver or an overseer and escaped during the war, to offer him employment after the war. P. H. Anderson, deep in debt, hoped that his former slave would help to bring in the harvest and convince other former slaves to return and thereby save the plantation. This document presents Jordan Anderson’s reply, dated August 7, 1865. Jourdon Anderson did not return, and P. H. Anderson ultimately lost the plantation.


Dayton, Ohio, 

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.