Wow. It's amazing how writing something down, wrongly (I originally had
north and south reversed), correcting it, letting some time pass (enough to
post the message so one can be properly embarrassed
, and then rereading
it later can make something so much clearer!
Or maybe it was the morning caffeine. Hmmm.
At any rate, I withdraw my contention, it is clear to me now (at least
until the caffeine wears off).
Sure, but that still leaves the nagging problem that there aren't any
Polar Bears in Antarctica (as someone else pointed out). This man must have
brought a bear with him.
Perhaps the story is something like this:
A man near the south pole takes his dear friend and pet bear for a walk.
He'd gone to great lengths to bring his pet bear with him to his Antarctic
expedition, and his bear is his best friend, and sole companion, save for
the constant, biting cold. They walk toward the pole, then begin their
excursion eastward, encircling the pole.
As the man grows weary, and decides to head back, a legion of penguins
collaborate with a host of Weddell seals to be rid of their uninvited
guests. It isn't clear what the man did to cause those seals to rise
against him, but it must have been some dire feat, for Weddell seals are
not easily frightened.
After a fierce battle, the man and his bear (well, mostly the bear) manage
to defend themselves against the attacking throng. However, the new peace
realizes a terrible fate: his bear is mortally wounded, and is suffering
immensely. The man, loving his friend dearly, shoots his solitary
compatriot, and weeps as he watches the blood turn his dear bear's fur an
ominous red.
Overcome with grief, he heads back north to his tent to mourn his loss, and
to arrange his trip north to the populated tropics, where he hopes to
forget his troubles, and the place where he lost his closet pal, a bear.