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Okay, that's the fun out the way. Let's end with two darker tales of the Arctic wilderness. One that is often dismissed as nothing more than a legend, and another that is one of the most infamous historical events to take place in the Arctic region. In the winter of 1930, a small Inuit village near Lake Angecuni in the far reaches of northern Quebec became the site of one of the most infamous mysteries of the Arctic. The story begins with Joe LaBelle, a trapper working in the region. On a routine trip, he stumbled upon the village. He expected to find the usual signs of life. Smoke rising from chimneys, children playing, dogs barking in the snow. But the village was silent. Lebel found the cabins completely abandoned. Personal belongings were left behind. Clothing, food was still hanging over fire pits. Even the sled dogs were still tethered outside, although they had since starved to death. There was no signs of struggle, no evidence of snowshoe tracks leading away, and no footprints that might explain the sudden disappearance of the entire community. All of the estimated 25 residents were gone. Then, at the outskirts of the village, Lebel stumbled upon something far more unsettling. A freshly dug up human grave. The stones that once encircled the burial lay perfectly in the place, undisturbed. Whatever had dug it up had not been an animal. A human hand had done this. Authorities were alerted, but by the time search parties arrived, the village had already been picked over by scavengers and the harsh Arctic environment had erased much evidence. Various theories have been proposed over the decades. Some suggest mass migration or relocation, though no nearby settlements recorded a sudden influx of new residents. Others speculate natural disaster, though there were no signs of avalanche, flooding or other catastrophic events. And then there are the paranormal explanations which have captured the imaginations of many. Legends speak of the village being claimed by spirits of the land or swept away by invisible forces in the vast, lonely Arctic. Some say the disappearance was the work of mysterious beings, perhaps connected to ancient Inuit tales of shadow people or wandering spirits, figures capable of whisking away humans into the frozen wilderness. But there are other stories of the police apparently spotting lights in the sky over the lake, of course, leading to the inevitable UFO theories. Strangely, this entire event is seemingly questionable. While it is firmly cemented into Arctic folklore. There are claims that it didn't even happen, that it's a fictional story that has been treated as true, especially pointing to a lack of documented police reports. But of course, some just point to this being a cover up, that something truly disturbing happened here, something that we are not allowed to know. They were among the remotest people on Earth. A small group of Inuits that made up a hunting camp on the edge of the Arctic plain of King William Island. Most of the men had gone on a hunting trip, leaving behind one elderly man and all the women and children. It was just a few hours after they left that of the women looked out across the horizon and saw shapes moving towards them. At first she thought it was the men returning, but then she realized they were dressed strangely, moving strangely. They looked like people, but not any type of people she had ever encountered. The terrified woman rushed back to her group. She was shaking, as she apparently said, and they're not Inuit, they're not human. Terrified, they all huddled together inside an igloo as the crunching sounds of footsteps got closer and closer. Eventually it was the older man who stepped forward and out into the snow to see what was outside. There he found a man, his eyes glossed over, stroking the outside of the igloo like he had never seen anything like it before. Acting as though he didn't even know the older Inuit man was there. Hesitantly, the older man reached out and touched the other man's face, seemingly trying to figure out if he really were human. He pulled his hand back quickly. The skin was cold. Too cold for any person, he believed. The man didn't react to the touch. He just stared at the igloo, lost in his own mind. Oral history suggests that the older man later described the experience in these words. I've never in all my life seen a devil or spirit. These things are not human. They had never encountered Europeans before, but even if they had, this man was not behaving in a way he would expect. He was too far gone, lost to insanity, poisoning and starvation. No longer in control of his own mind. He was just one of several men who was walking what historians would later describe as a death march. Just walking, walking across the endless ice with no hope of salvation. In the spring of 1840, 45, two ships, the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror, set sail from England under the command of Sir John Franklin, a veteran of Arctic exploration. Their mission was one of Britain's most ambitious. To navigate the final uncharted stretch of the Northwest Passage, a fabled maritime route linking the Atlantic and the Pacific oceans through the icy lake labyrinth of the Canadian Arctic. Aboard were 129 men prepared to endure the most extreme conditions the world had to offer, confident in their skills, their supplies and their technology at their disposal. But the promise of discovery would give way to one of the greatest mysteries in polar exploration. Once the ships entered the ice choked waters of King William island. They were not spotted again. No messages reached England of any updates. We can't be sure what's happened to them, but evidence and eyewitness testimony has at least pieced together some parts of the story. The expedition had become trapped in the ice, unable to proceed, and forced to try and wait out a winter that seemed to never want to end. Despite there being food supplies that could have lasted for up to five years, this ended up not being the case. Poor soldering on the cans apparently led to much of the food becoming spoilt. What's more, it also caused lead poisoning amongst many of the crew. Lady Jane Franklin, the wife of Sir John Franklin, was a constant source of pressure upon the Navy to go out and find the men. She would never give up, and understandably, so. Soon a series of search expeditions were launched. As the months and years passed, hope faded, replaced by speculation and dread. It was during this period of uncertainty that the first accounts of the strange and the uncanny began to surface. Inuit eyewitnesses reported seeing pale, skinny men wandering the ice, their clothing in tatters, their movements sluggish and unsteady, and their eyes hollowed by hunger and exhaustion. To those that saw them, these men appeared neither fully alive nor fully dead, drifting across the frozen landscapes like ghosts. Even as the men of Franklin's expedition wandered the frozen waste, the Inuit watched. Yet it appeared the crew, despite the Inuit's superior knowledge of hunting, shelter and survival, never fully integrated with them. It is believed that Victorian pride and an almost fatal adherence to their own methods kept them apart, not to mention a lack of ability to communicate with one another. While there is some evidence to suggest that some did try to seek refuge with the Inuits, it appears, by and large, they didn't. The men clung to the remnants of their ships, to supplies that were slowly failing. They had been trained to rely on technology, rations and procedure, believing if they stuck to their ways, they would come out of this alive. By the time some made attempts to approach or follow the Inuit, the Arctic had already stripped them of their strength and clarity. Scurvy, starvation, cold and lead poisoning had hollowed their bodies and dulled their minds. Small groups broke away, wandering across King William island in a desperate, disorientated march. And it was during these wanderings that the Arctic itself seemed to claim them back home. The mystery captured the Victorian imagination. As hope of rescue waned, some in England turned to spiritualism and the popular practice of attempting to communicate with the dead. Seances were held in parlors and drawing rooms, and mediums claimed to receive messages. From the lost sailors, the communications were often cryptic. There were visions of men trapped in ice, drifting ships, of whispered messages. But they fed a growing narrative that Franklin's men were reaching out from beyond the grave or somehow still alive and sending messages through some sort of mental ability that we just didn't understand. Several expeditions were launched to try and find the Franklin party, with little luck. While several of these expeditions did engage with the Inuit people, their claims were largely dismissed. When reports came in that the Inuit people had seen the men and claimed that the survivors had been engaging in cannibalism, the English Victorian society would not accept such a thing were even possible. While by this point they could accept the men were likely dead, they did not believe the claims that they had been eating one another, with Charles Dickens himself famously dismissing it as, in his words, the vague babble of savages. But years later, various bodies were found. Remains showed signs of starvation and lead poisoning, and, sure enough, in some cases, cannibalism. It seemed in many cases, the hands, feet and heads were removed from the bodies before they were eaten, suggesting that even in this dire situation, the group struggled with the idea of eating one another, removing anything that would remind them that what they were cooking was a person, reducing them simply to meat. Throughout the years, various skeletons, belongings and remains have been discovered. Graves that were found in 1850 were actually exhumed in 1986. When the bodies were dug up, they were found in a terrifyingly well preserved state. I won't include those photos here for obvious reasons, but if you wish, you can see them online. These are images that will stay with you, though. In a disturbing echo, the summer of 1881 saw Lt. Greely lead the Lady Franklin Bay expedition into the far reaches of the Arctic, a mission named in honor of Lady Jane Franklin, the widow of Sir John Franklin. For a time, the expedition seemed to proceed smoothly. Yet the Arctic is indifferent to human ambition. Relief ships scheduled to resupply the men failed to reach them due to impassable ice, leaving the expedition trapped and isolated. By 1883, starvation and disease had begun to decimate the crew. Scurvy and frostbite claimed the weak, while hunger gnawed relentlessly at those who remained. In a desperate attempt to survive, Greely led his men southward, towards the anticipated rendezvous point with a rescue party. The journey was brutal. Temperatures plunged, storms raged, and ice and snow made travel slow and perilous. Supplies ran out entirely. By the time rescuers arrived in 1884, only seven men remained alive, with one dying shortly after rescue. They were frail, frostbitten and mentally scarred by their ordeal. Their recovered journals detailed the relentless suffering and the psychological torment of watching their friends perish while trapped in a frozen wasteland. The remaining survivors were treated as heroes upon return, but a dark cloud hung over it when it appeared there was evidence that the men had begun to engage in cannibalism. Something that the survivors denied passionately. But going back to the original Franklin expedition, eventually the ships were found. In 2014, HMS Erebus was found submerged, remarkably preserved in the icy waters. Two years later, HMS Terror was located resting in near pristine condition. The Terror was strangely found 92km away from where it had apparently been abandoned, chillingly in a place that had been named terror bay some 100 years prior, due to it being one of the locations the ill fated ship was said to have explored. Even today, the mystery of what exactly happened to these men is being pieced together. It becomes hard to see discern what elements of their story are backed up by evidence and what is folklore. But it does seem that if the claims of the Inuit groups who encountered the Franklin expedition had been taken more seriously, maybe it wouldn't have taken so long for these discoveries to be made. Artifacts that have been found throughout the years seem to suggest that at least some of the men walked for hundreds of miles, lost in the wilderness, starving, unable to find civilisation, unable to communicate with the rare people they did spot. It's hard not to imagine that if they hadn't succumbed to madness from the lead poisoning, then being lost in the wilderness for so long would have pushed them over the edge. Staggering through the snow, off on the horizons. Much like the fabled one group of Inuits claimed to come into contact with two men in what would have been Canada in the mid to late 1850s. After being shown pictures, they identified at least one of the men as Captain Crozier of the HMS Terror. If they were correct about this, Crozier and this other man had been walking and surviving hundreds of miles across years and still were not able to find rescue. Their final whereabouts are still unknown. It's hard not to see the Arctic as a place of mystery. Undoubtedly this is a place of great power. Many believe that there is something truly mystical about the place, that this really is a place, place where reality thins, where man is not meant to go. They might be right. But if that power is truly something beyond our understanding, or if it's simply the overwhelming power of nature, well, that's for you to decide. Maybe these stories we tell are just a way to rationalise the horror that the natural world can bring, a way to paint it as a evil, when in reality it's just indifferent to us. Either way, there are things hidden in the snow that we are not meant to encounter. That's all for this entry into the tape library. I really enjoyed putting this one together. 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