Raising the Mammoth Page #5
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Vladimir, a former meteorologist
radios Khatanga.
There's bad news in the forecast.
The men have abandoned
the solar tent opting
to dig in the granite-like
earth instead of the mud.
Like detectives scratching for
evidence at the scene of a crime
Eventually, their perseverance
pays off.
The first clue plucked from the
permafrost is modest
but to the Ice Age detectives
a major victory.
It's the wiry hair of
a woolly mammoth.
The men are closing in on
their prehistoric prey
and they wonder if he knows...
The chance at a free meal has lured
an intruder to the mammoth site,
much to the annoyance of
the camp's sentinel.
It's an Arctic fox.
There's a story told on the Taimyr
of a hunter who
happening upon a mammoth carcass
feeds its meat to the dogs.
Stranger things have happened here.
Perhaps it's even true.
The tempest sweeps across the tundra
like a legion of Arctic ghosts.
Unwilling to stop until the last
possible moment,
the team labors on under precarious
cover.
Conspirators against time and the
elements
the men savor an unlikely victory.
Out of respect for the Dolgans
Bernard names the mammoth Jarkov
after Guenady.
Frustrated by the slow pace of
a cold-weather dig,
Bernard tries an unorthodox but
effective way of speeding things up.
After some hours, start to appear
some piece of hair,
and also it start to smell something
coming from an animal.
It was a big pleasure to put my hand
in all this hair
and life was coming from the ground.
It was like touching a live animal.
At that time, I was sure that
the mammoth were here.
Not only with my eyes but also
with my hand,
with my nose, and with my head.
Making haste toward the campsite
is an unexpected refugee.
who's passed through here before.
Not even masters of survival
on the Taimyr
want to weather a storm of this
magnitude alone.
As the hours pass,
the winds howl across the tundra
until all efforts
to resist their fury are pointless.
Too late to pack up and leave,
the only thing left to do is batten
down the hatches,
and wait it out.
The gusts are so powerful
that Boris has the team brace
the shimmying walls
with whatever's at hand.
could be fatal.
No one knows for sure if the thin
canvas walls will hold up
against this kind of punishment.
All members of the expedition
are present
and accounted for except for one
Boris' dog.
Scraping snow from their clothing
is a basic safety precaution out here.
Staying dry in subzero temperatures could
mean the difference between
life and death.
Could this storm be the curse
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