Nindemann was also oblivious to cold. His circulation appeared to be different from other men’s. On freezing winter hunts, he wore hardly any clothes. He kept his cabin colder than everyone else’s. His feet were inured to frost. He was a polar creature, through and through. As Collins said in one of his pieces of doggerel, “Not since Adam sinn’d e’er lived a man / Who lov’d the Arctic like our Nindemann.”
