Above the fireplace in the trophy room of the New York Explorer’s Club is a large oil painting of Peter Freuchen, one of the club’s legendary members. Luckily, he remembered that the native people often used the frozen excrement of their sled dogs to make tools, explained William Roseman, the club’s executive director and our tour guide for the evening. Unfortunately, during the long trek back to camp he suffered severe frostbite and was forced to amputate and eat part of his own leg for sustenance, which is why he’s pictured here with a peg leg, says Roseman with a sigh. But that’s a story for another day. With his endless supply of wild tales, officious manner, bow tie, and tweed jacket, Roseman embodied the spirit of the evening, an odd mashup of Woody Allen and Indian Jones.