“Spitzbergen, July 11th, 2.25 p.m.
“At the moment of their departure, the members of the expedition to the North Pole beg Your Majesty to accept their very humble salutations, and the assurance of their deepest gratitude.
“ANDRÉE.”
Another telegram, addressed to the Aftonbladet, Stockholm, said:—
“In accordance with our decision previously arrived at, we commenced on Sunday, at 10.45, the preparations for our ascent, and at this moment, 2.30 p.m., we are ready to start.
“We shall probably be driven in a north-north-easterly direction. We hope gradually to reach regions where the winds will be more favourable to us.
“In the name of all our comrades, I send our warmest regards to our friends, and to our country!
“ANDRÉE.”
The last farewells are brief and touching; few words are exchanged, but hearty handclasps between those whose hearts are in sympathy say more than words.
Suddenly Andrée snatches himself away from the embraces of his friends, and takes his place on the wicker bridge of the car, from whence he calls in a firm voice:—