Part 9 (2/2)

They had not proceeded more than half-a-mile when a Polar bear walked leisurely out from behind a lump of ice, where it had been regaling itself on a dead seal, and sauntered slowly out towards the icebergs seaward, not a hundred yards in advance of them.

”Hallo! look there! what a monster!” shouted Fred, as he c.o.c.ked his musket and sprang forward. ”What'll you do, Tom, you've no gun?”

”Never mind, I'll do what I can with the hammer. Only make sure you don't miss. Don't fire till you are quite close to him.”

They were running after the bear at top speed while they thus conversed in hasty and broken sentences, when suddenly they came to a yawning crack in the ice, about thirty feet wide, and a mile long on either hand, with the rising tide boiling at the bottom of it. Bruin's pursuers came to an abrupt halt.

”Now, isn't that disgusting?”

Probably it was, and the expression of chagrin on Fred's countenance as he said so evidently showed that he meant it; but there is no doubt that this interruption to their hunt was extremely fortunate, for to attack a Polar bear with a musket charged only with small shot, and a geological hammer, would have been about as safe and successful an operation as trying to stop a locomotive with one's hand. Neither of them had yet had experience of the enormous strength of this white monarch of the Frozen Regions and his tenacity of life, although both were reckless enough to rush at him with any arms they chanced to have.

”Give him a long shot--quick!” cried Singleton.

Fred fired instantly; and the bear stopped, and looked round, as much as to say, ”Did you speak, gentlemen?” Then, not receiving a reply, he walked away with dignified indifference, and disappeared among the ice-hummocks.

An hour afterwards the two wanderers were seated at a comfortable breakfast in the cabin of the _Dolphin_, relating their adventures to the captain and mates, and, although unwittingly, to Mivins, who generally managed so to place himself, while engaged in the mysterious operations of his little pantry, that most of the cabin talk reached his ear, and travelled thence through his mouth to the forecastle. The captain was fully aware of this fact, but he winked at it, for there was nothing but friendly feeling on board the s.h.i.+p, and no secrets. When, however, matters of serious import had to be discussed, the cabin door was closed, and Mivins turned to expend himself on Davie Summers, who, in the capacity of a listener, was absolutely necessary to the comfortable existence of the worthy steward.

Having exhausted their appet.i.tes and their information, Fred and Tom were told that, during their absence, a bear and two seals had been shot by Meetuck, the Esquimau interpreter, whom they had taken on board at Upernavik; and they were further informed that the ice was in motion to the westward, and that there was every probability of their being released by the falling tide. Having duly and silently weighed these facts for a few minutes, they simultaneously, and as if by a common impulse, yawned, and retired to bed.

CHAPTER IX.

_The ”Dolphin” gets beset in the ice--Preparations for wintering in the ice--Captain Guy's code of laws_.

An accident now befell the _Dolphin_ which effectually decided the fate of the s.h.i.+p and her crew, at least for that winter. This was her getting aground near the ravine of the giant flagstaff before mentioned, and being finally beset by ice, from which all efforts on the part of the men to extricate her proved abortive, and in which she was ultimately frozen in, hard and fast.

The first sight the crew obtained of the red snow filled them with unbounded amazement, and a few of the more superst.i.tious amongst them with awe approaching to fear. But soon their attention was attracted from this by the wonderful column.

”Och, then! may I niver!” exclaimed O'Riley, the moment he caught sight of it, ”if there ben't the north pole at long last--_sure_ enough!”

The laugh that greeted this remark was almost immediately checked, partly from the feelings of solemnity inspired by the magnificent view which opened up to them, and partly from a suspicion on the part of the more ignorant among the men that there might be some truth in O'Riley's statement after all.

But their attention and energies were speedily called to the dangerous position of the s.h.i.+p, which unexpectedly took the ground in a bay where the water proved to be unusually shallow, and before they could warp her off the ice closed round her in compact, immovable ma.s.ses. At first Captain Guy was not seriously alarmed by this untoward event, although he felt a little chagrin in consequence of the detention, for the summer was rapidly advancing, and it behoved him to return to Baffin's Bay and prosecute the whale-fis.h.i.+ng as energetically as possible; but when day after day pa.s.sed, and the ice round the s.h.i.+p still remained immovable, he became alarmed, and sought by every means in his power to extricate himself.

His position was rendered all the more aggravating by the fact that, a week after he was beset, the main body of the ice in the strait opened up and drifted to the southward, leaving a comparatively clear sea through which he could have pushed his way without much difficulty in any direction; but the solid ma.s.ses in which they lay embedded were fast to the ground for about fifty yards beyond the vessel, seaward, and until these should be floated away there was no chance of escape.

”Get up some powder and canisters, Mr. Bolton,” he exclaimed, one morning after breakfast, ”I'll try what can be done by blasting the ice. The highest spring tide will occur to-morrow, and if the s.h.i.+p don't move then we shall--”

He did not finish the sentence, but turned on his heel and walked forward, where he found Buzzby and some of the men preparing the ice-saws.

”Ay, ay,” muttered the mate, as he went below to give the necessary directions, ”you don't need to conclude your speech, captain. If we don't get out to-morrow, we're locked up for one winter, at least, if not more.”

”Ay, and ye'll no get oot to-morrow,” remarked Saunders, with a shake of his head as he looked up from the log-book in which he was making an entry. ”We're hard and fast, so we'll just have to make the best o't.”

Saunders was right, as the efforts of the next day proved. The ice lay around the vessel in solid ma.s.ses, as we have said, and with each of the last three tides these ma.s.ses had been slightly moved. Saws and ice chisels, therefore, had been in constant operation, and the men worked with the utmost energy, night and day, taking it by turns, and having double allowance of hot coffee served out to them. We may mention here that the _Dolphin_ carried no spirits, except what was needed for medicinal purposes, and for fuel to several small cooking lamps that had been recently invented. It had now been proved by many voyagers of experience that in cold countries, as well as hot, men work harder, and endure the extremity of hards.h.i.+p better, without strong drink than with it, and the _Dolphin's_ crew were engaged on the distinct understanding that coffee, and tea, and chocolate were to be subst.i.tuted for rum, and that spirits were never to be given to any one on board, except in cases of extreme necessity.

But, to return--although the men worked as only those can who toil for liberation from long imprisonment, no impression worth mentioning could be made on the ice. At length the attempt to rend it by means of gunpowder was made.

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