The beginning of opens not with the story ofbut with letters
written byto his sister. In these letters, he tells her of the current journey he is
on.
Literally, he is looking for the North Pole:
I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it
ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the
sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual
splendour.
Walton has a very Romantic ideal of this
untamed wilderness, which begs readers to...
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