Part 23 (1/2)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
FROZEN UP IN THE NORTH.
”Now hie' we to the Norlan seas And far-off fields of ice.”
Anon.
”It is twenty years ago! Twenty years ago! Twenty years!” began the doctor.
”Yes, I own to it; no need for this matter-of-fact memory of mine to nudge me so, and keep on reminding me of the flight of sly old Father Time. 'Tis twenty years ago this very summer since I sailed away to Polar seas, in a small but st.u.r.dy brig of barely three hundred tons. A medical student I was, in charge of fifty men, all told, and with all a medical student's audacity and ignorance of the n.o.ble profession to which I have now the honour to belong. What cared I then if half the crew fell ill? There was plenty of medicine in the chest. I would do my best, and dose them. Well, if, after being dosed, they should die, why, the sea was deep enough--they should not want for decent burial!
And what cared I that a fearful accident might take place, and heads be gashed, and limbs be crushed? There were surgical instruments _galore_ on board, practice makes perfect, and if my patients succ.u.mbed after an operation, well, every dog has his day, and the _post hoc propter hoc_ argument has been proved to be unsound.
”Gentlemen, have ever you roughed it in the Arctic Ocean, in a bit of a s.h.i.+p so small that a schoolboy, with average length of legs, could clear its decks from binnacle to bowsprit with a hop, step, and jump, the saloon not larger than two railway compartments, your state-room not half so big as one? Have you been in a gale of wind in such a craft?
Was she on her beam-ends, with the cold, green seas, curling higher and higher as they advanced, forming awful arches of water, into which the vessel seemed to be sucked, and which broke, not _on_, but over and beyond her? Have you been ice-logged in a sea-way in such a vessel, no land, nor even a berg, in sight--only the restless waves, that tw.a.n.ged and hummed, and sang in the frosty air as they pa.s.sed you, with bows and bulwarks, decks and spars, and rigging and blocks, mere shapes of ice, and ice alone to all appearance, the men's caps and coats, and hair and beards, so white with the freezing spray, that they looked, as they moved to and fro on the slippery decks, like the ghostly crew of a ghost s.h.i.+p? Have you been in such a craft when she was being squeezed in this pack, the one dark spot in the midst of a limitless plain of dazzling snow-clad ice, all lifting and rolling and moving with the pressure of the invisible waves that are pa.s.sing swiftly underneath? Have you ever heard the terrible sounds an ice-pack emits, when the swell from a distant storm comes sweeping under it, the groaning, the wailing, grinding, griding noise, as if the ocean on which you stood were filled with old-world monsters in their dying agonies? Have you ever listened to the roaring thunder of a lofty iceberg rent in pieces, and falling headlong into the sea? Have you stood on the pack and seen two bergs crush an acre of bay ice between them, piling the pieces one over the other, like leaves of a book or cards in a pack, till they stood high as the tallest tree in a forest of pines? Have you been out alone on the ice-field at night, far away from your s.h.i.+p, amid a silence that, like Egyptian darkness, could be felt, watching the glorious tints of the--
”'Aurora Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place?'
”And, even while gazing and admiring, have you seen dark clouds roll rapidly up from the horizon and blot this aurora out, so that ere you could reach your brig you were surrounded by swirling drift and blinding snow, more dangerous far than the sand-storms that sweep over the Soudan deserts, with the thunder rattling close o'erhead, and the bewildering lightning in swift diffusive gleams intensifying the cave-like darkness that followed?
”If such experiences have not been yours, you may have been tossed about on the giant waves of the broad Atlantic, you may have weathered the Cape in a gale, and the Horn in a snow-storm, you may have sweltered for weeks in a rolling calm under a tropical sun, and been the sport of a tornado in the Indian Ocean, yet there are wonders in the mighty deep seen by some who go down to the sea in s.h.i.+ps to which you are a total stranger. From beginning to end, our voyage in that little brig, twenty years ago, was a non-propitious one. We ran before a gale all the way to Lerwick, where the Greenland fleet lay anch.o.r.ed. We had hardly left the rock-bound sh.o.r.es of Shetland--that 'sea-begirdled peat moss'--ere the blackness of darkness settled down on the ocean around us; and storm and tempest became our constant companions for three long weeks, till sheltered at last under the lee of the pack, with bowsprit and topmasts gone, and the bulwarks more like the palings one sometimes sees around a cattle-field than anything else in the world. But even worse was to follow: with several other s.h.i.+ps we took the ice, which was loose, and in three weeks' time we found ourselves all alone in the midst of a hard frozen ice-field, and fully one hundred miles from the open water, a bright blue frosty sky above us, and in silence--a silence never broken even by the cry of a bird or guttural roar of Arctic bear.
”After many months of 'solitary confinement,' we escaped and reached home at last. Many of the men's relations met us on the pier, dressed in deepest mourning; the 'blacks,' as such dress is called, had been donned for us, for our s.h.i.+p had been reported as lost with all hands!
”Life in that lonesome ice-pack was a weary 'bide,'--
”'Day after day, day after day, And neither breath nor motion.'
”No, not as much wind as would have sufficed to lift a snowflake, never a cloud in the sky, and the sun going round and round and round, but far above the horizon even at midnight. We tired of reading books; we tired of card-playing and games on the ice; we even tired of music itself.
Monotony generated _ennui_; _ennui_ bred melancholy; plenty of exercise on the ice alone could save us from succ.u.mbing to actual illness. We knew that well, but we were thoroughly apathetic, and did not care to take it. The captain, a young and energetic man, at last hit upon a happy expedient which succeeded most completely in restoring something of life and animation to the crew, who were rapidly merging into a state of Rip Van Winkleism, painful to behold. He determined to form a camp three miles away from the s.h.i.+p. Simply walking to and from it would be some little excitement, it would be exercise with a purpose, and exercise, as medical men will tell you, without pleasure or purpose, is entirely useless in a hygienic point of view.
”Our captain, the first and second mates, and myself were seated at breakfast one morning when he made his proposal.
”'Doctor,' he said--NB, he called me 'Doctor' always, but at that time I had no more business with the t.i.tle than the tailor had--
”'Doctor, how are the men getting on forward?'
”'They haven't much life in them,' I replied; 'they are all making silver rings now out of sixpenny bits and s.h.i.+llings. That is the latest fad, but the coins will soon be all used up; then I suppose all hands will go to sleep for a month or two.'
”'I think, doctor,' said Captain Peters, 'that their livers want stirring up. Eh? Don't you, doctor?'
”'Well,' I replied, 'anything for a quiet life. There is plenty of blue pill and black draught on board. I'll stir their livers up. Pa.s.s the ham.'
”'All right, then,' said the captain; 'you stir their livers up, and I'll propose something to-morrow to prevent them getting sluggish again.'
”True to my promise, I gave all hands a blue pill that night, and next forenoon, at a little before twelve, the captain called the men aft, and ordered the steward to bring up a gallon of rum and five pounds of tobacco. Then he doled out the latter and ordered the mainbrace to be spliced. The men after this looked more lively than they had done for a month.
”'Now that I've got you awake with the help of the doctor and black Jack' (black Jack was the rum measure), said the captain, 'let me tell you what we are going to do. We are going to convey wood and canvas by sleigh across the pack, to a patch of bay ice about three miles from here, and by the side of it, on the top of the heavy berg, we will build a tent, with a fire-place in it, big enough to roast a bear. This tent or marquee will be a regular Hall of Delights by the sad sea wave; we will cook in it, and eat in it, and dance and sing and tell stories in it. What say you, men?'
”The men broke out into a wild cheer.