The Bell

I am reminded as I look to this bell with Penola inscribed upon it in brass of heritage to which it testifies well. Sixteen men borne over the ocean to vast wide wastes of white wilderness, there to explore Antarctic channels, glaciers and savage coasts. There among penguins and seals were many more fauna, and features to chart in icy blasts from sledges pulled by dogs over frozen ground. Journals and artefacts have yet more to tell of explorers by a common purpose bound, held safe in that schooner, their home with its bell. Grandsons are lifted to ring it yet again, re-sounding remote ventures of these great men.