Part 1 (1/2)
First at the North Pole.
by Edward Stratemeyer.
PREFACE
”First at the North Pole,” relates the particulars of a marvelous journey from our New England coast to that portion of our globe sometimes designated as ”the top of the world.”
Filled with such dreams as come to all explorers, Barwell Dawson fitted out the _Ice King_ for a trip to the north. Because of what had happened, it was but natural that he should invite Andy and Chet to accompany him, and equally natural that they should hasten to accept the invitation.
The boys knew that they would have no easy time of it, yet they did not dream of the many perils that awaited the entire party. Once the staunch steamer was in danger of being crushed by an immense iceberg, in which event this chronicle would not have been written. Again, the boys and the others had a fierce fight with polar bears and with a savage walrus. When the s.h.i.+p was jammed hard and fast in the ice a start was made by the exploring party, accompanied by some Esquimaux and several dog sledges. All had heard of the marvelous achievements of Cook and Peary, and all were fired with a great ambition to go and do likewise. With the thermometer often at fifty degrees below zero, they pushed on steadily, facing death more than once. To add to their troubles they had sickness in camp, and snow-blindness, and once some Esquimaux, becoming scared, rebelled and tried to run off with their supplies. Then, when the North Pole was at last gained, it became the gravest kind of a problem how to return to civilization alive.
In penning this volume I have had a twofold purpose in mind: the first to show what pure grit and determination can do under the most trying of circ.u.mstances, and the second to give my readers an insight into Esquimaux life and habits, and to relate what great explorers like Franklin, Kane, Hall, DeLong, Nansen, Cook, and Peary have done to open up this weird and mysterious portion of our globe.
Edward Stratemeyer.
November 15, 1909.
CHAPTER I
ANDY AND HIS UNCLE
”What be you a-goin' to do today, Andy?”
”I'm going to try my luck over to the s...o...b..rgh camp, Uncle Si. I hardly think Mr. s...o...b..rgh will have an opening for me, but it won't hurt to ask him.”
”Did you try Sam Hickley, as I told you to?” continued Josiah Graham, as he settled himself more comfortably before the open fireplace of the cabin.
”Yes, but he said he had all the men he wanted.” Andy Graham gave something of a sigh. ”Seems to me there are more lumbermen in this part of Maine than there is lumber.”
”Humph! I guess you ain't tried very hard to git work,” grumbled the old man, drawing up his bootless feet on the rungs of his chair, and spreading out his hands to the generous blaze before him. ”Did you see them Plover brothers?”
”No, but Chet Greene did, day before yesterday, and they told him they were laying men off instead of taking 'em on.”
”Humph! I guess thet Chet Greene don't want to work. He'd rather fool his time away in the woods, huntin' and fis.h.i.+n'.”
”Chet is willing enough to work if he can get anything to do. And hunting pays, sometimes. Last week he got a fine deer and one of the rich hunters from Boston paid him a good price for it.”
”Humph! Thet ain't as good as a stiddy, payin' job. I don't want you to be a-lazin' your time away in the woods,--I want you to grow up stiddy an' useful. Besides, we got to have money, if we want to live.”
”Aren't you going to try to get work, Uncle Si?” asked the boy anxiously, as he gazed at the large and powerful-looking frame of the man before him.
”To be sure I'm a-goin' to go to work--soon as I'm fit. But I can't do nuthin with my feet an' my stomach goin' back on me, can I?”
”I thought your dyspepsia was about over--you've eaten so well the past week. And you've walked considerably lately. If you got something easy----”
”Now, don't you go to tellin' me what to do!” cried the old man, wrathfully. ”I'm a sick man, that's what I am. I ain't able to work, an'
it's up to you as a dootiful nevvy to git work an' support us both. Now you jest trot off to the s...o...b..rgh camp, an' don't you come home till you git work. An' after this, you better give up havin' anything to do with thet good-fer-nuthin, lazy Chet Greene.”