MadHouse at the End of the Earth by Julian Sancton

This is my third Polar exploration story in the last year.  I am just fascinated by these stories from the end of the 19th century. And so far this one doesn't disappoint.  I can't get over how young some of the protagonist are. Most are in their late 20s. And life was so hard - we are so spoiled and soft now. And how far we have come.  A little over 100 years ago, we had no idea what was at the poles. None. There were also vast swaths of the globe that were unexplored: The Poles, the Amazon, The Congo, etc . . . 

Now, there is little that is unknown on this world.  Little to stimulate the imagination and the drive to discover.  We can only read about that time. Every piece of information is at our fingertips now with just a few clicks.  Not saying that either one is better, they are just different.  And it is good to appreciate how different they are.

Unfortunately, I have a feeling that his this story does not end well.  . . we will see.