Exploration is the act of searching or traveling a terrain for the purpose of discovery, e.g. of unknown people, including space (space exploration), for oil, gas, coal, ores, caves, water, (Mineral exploration, botanical exploration, or prospecting), or information.
Although exploration has existed as long as human beings, its peak is seen as being during the Age of Discovery for Europe's contact with the rest of the world, and Major explorations after the Age of Discovery for scientific exploration in the modern era.
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The term may also be used metaphorically, for example persons may speak of exploring the internet, sexuality, etc.
In scientific research, exploration is one of three purposes of empirical research (the other two being description and explanation). Exploration is the attempt to develop an initial, rough understanding of some phenomenon.
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| First published in The Five Nations (1903). |
"There's no sense in going further — it's the edge of
cultivation,"
So they said, and I believed it — broke my
land and sowed my crop —
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border
station
Tucked away below the foothills where the
trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night
repeated — so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges
—
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and
wating for you. Go!"
So I went, worn out of patience; never told my nearest neighbours
—
Stole away with pack and ponies — left 'em
drinking in the town;
And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my
labours
As I faced the sheer main-ranges, whipping
up and leading down.
March by march I puzzled through 'em, turning flanks and dodging
shoulders,
Hurried on in hope of water, headed back
for lack of grass;
Till I camped above the tree-line — drifted snow and naked boulders
—
Felt free air astir to windward — knew I'd
stumbled on the Pass.
'Thought to name it for the finder: but that night the Norther
found me —
Froze and killed the plains-bred ponies; so
I called the camp Despair
(It's the Railway Gap to-day, though). Then my Whisper waked to
hound me: —
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Over
yonder! Go you there!"
Then I knew, the while I doubted — knew His Hand was certain o'er
me.
Still — it might be self-delusion — scores
of better men had died —
I could reach the township living, but.... He knows what terror
tore me...
But I didn't... but I didn't. I went down
the other side.
Till the snow ran out in flowers, and the flowers turned to
aloes,
And the aloes sprung to thickets and a
brimming stream ran by;
But the thickets dwined to thorn-scrub, and the water drained to
shallows,
And I dropped again on desert — blasted
earth, and blasting sky....
I remember lighting fires; I remember sitting by 'em;
I remember seeing faces, hearing voices,
through the smoke;
I remember they were fancy — for I threw a stone to try 'em.
"Something lost behind the Ranges" was the
only word they spoke.
I remember going crazy. I remember that I knew it
When I heard myself hallooing to the funny
folk I saw.
'Very full of dreams that desert, but my two legs took me through
it...
And I used to watch 'em moving with the
toes all black and raw.
But at last the country altered — White Man's country past
disputing —
Rolling grass and open timber, with a hint
of hills behind —
There I found me food and water, and I lay a week recruiting.
Got my strength and lost my nightmares.
Then I entered on my find.
Thence I ran my first rough survey — chose my trees and blazed and
ringed 'em —
Week by week I pried and sampled — week by
week my findings grew.
Saul, he went to look for donkeys, and by God he found a
kingdom!
But by God, who sent His Whisper, I had
struck the worth of two!
Up along the hostile mountains, where the hair-poised snowslide
shivers —
Down and through the big fat marshes that
the virgin ore-bed stains,
Till I heard the mile-wide mutterings of unimagined rivers,
And beyond the nameless timber saw
illimitable plains!
'Plotted sites of future cities, traced the easy grades between
'em;
Watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty
thousand head an hour;
Counted leagues of water-frontage through the axe-ripe woods that
screen 'em —
Saw the plant to feed a people — up and
waiting for the power!
Well, I know who'll take the credit — all the clever chaps that
followed —
Came, a dozen men together — never knew my
desert-fears;
Tracked me by the camps I'd quitted, used the water-holes I
hollowed.
They'll go back and do the talking. They'll
be called the Pioneers!
They will find my sites of townships — not the cities that I set
there.
They will rediscover rivers — not my rivers
heard at night.
By my own old marks and bearings they will show me how to get
there,
By the lonely cairns I builded they will
guide my feet aright.
Have I named one single river? Have I claimed one single
acre?
Have I kept one single nugget — (barring
samples)? No, not I!
Because my price was paid me ten times over by my Maker.
But you wouldn't understand it. You go up
and occupy.
Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure and
steady
(That should keep the railway rates down),
coal and iron at your doors.
God took care to hide that country till He judged His people
ready,
Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've
found it, and it's yours!
Yes, your "Never-never country" — yes, your "edge of
cultivation"
And "no sense in going further" — till I
crossed the range to see.
God forgive me! No, I didn't. It's God's present to our
nation.
Anybody might have found it, but — His
Whisper came to Me!
| This work is in the public domain in
the United States because it was published before
January 1, 1923.
The author died in 1936, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works. |
, a famous Czech explorer.]] An explorer is a person who explores or looks for something new. Most explorers are famous for finding new places or going to places that people did not know much about, such as Christopher Columbus, who discovered the Americas, or Marco Polo, who traveled to China and amazed many people with his stories of it.
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