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CHAPTER III.
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<h4>
A SEVENTEEN DAYS' MARCH.
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<p>These first words of Altamont had completely changed the whole aspect of
affairs, but his communication was still incomplete, and, after giving him
a little time to rest, the Doctor undertook the task of conversing again
with him, putting his questions in such a form that a movement of the head
or eyes would be a sufficient answer.</p>
<p>He soon ascertained that the <i>Porpoise</i> was a three-mast American
ship, from New York, wrecked on the ice, with provisions and combustibles
in abundance still on board, and that, though she had been thrown on her
side, she had not gone to pieces, and there was every chance of saving her
cargo.</p>
<p>Altamont and his crew had left her two months previously, taking the long
boat with them on a sledge. They intended to get to Smith's Sound, and
reach some whaler that would take them back to America; but one after
another succumbed to fatigue and illness, till at last Altamont and two
men were all that remained out of thirty; and truly he had survived by a
providential miracle, while his two companions already lay beside him in
the sleep of death.</p>
<p>Hatteras wished to know why the <i>Porpoise</i> had come so far north, and
learned in reply that she had been irresistibly driven there by the ice.
But his anxious fears were not satisfied with this explanation, and he
asked further what was the purpose of his voyage. Altamont said he wanted
to make the north-west passage, and this appeared to content the jealous
Englishman, for he made no more reference to the subject. "Well," said the
Doctor, "it strikes me that, instead of trying to get to Baffin's Bay, our
best plan would be to go in search of the <i>Porpoise</i>, for here lies a
ship a full third of the distance nearer, and, more than that, stocked
with everything necessary for winter quarters."</p>
<p>"I see no other course open to us," replied Bell.</p>
<p>"And the sooner we go the better," added Johnson, "for the time we allow
ourselves must depend on our provisions."</p>
<p>"You are right, Johnson," returned the Doctor. "If we start to- morrow, we
must reach the <i>Porpoise</i> by the 15th of March, unless we mean to die
of starvation. What do you say, Hatteras?"</p>
<p>"Let us make preparations immediately, but perhaps the route may be longer
than we suppose."</p>
<p>"How can that be, captain? The man seems quite sure of the position of his
ship," said the Doctor.</p>
<p>"But suppose the ice-field should have drifted like ours?"</p>
<p>Here Altamont, who was listening attentively, made a sign that he wished
to speak, and, after much difficulty, he succeeded in telling the Doctor
that the <i>Porpoise</i> had struck on rocks near the coast, and that it
was impossible for her to move.</p>
<p>This was re-assuring information, though it cut off all hope of returning
to Europe, unless Bell could construct a smaller ship out of the wreck.</p>
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<p>No time was lost in getting ready to start. The sledge was the principal
thing, as it needed thorough repair. There was plenty of wood, and,
profiting by the experience they had recently had of this mode of transit,
several improvements were made by Bell.</p>
<p>Inside, a sort of couch was laid for the American, and covered over with
the tent. The small stock of provisions did not add much to the weight,
but, to make up the deficiency, as much wood was piled up on it as it
could hold.</p>
<p>The Doctor did the packing, and made an exact calculation of how long
their stores would last. He found that, by allowing three-quarter rations
to each man and full rations to the dogs, they might hold out for three
weeks.</p>
<p>Towards seven in the evening, they felt so worn out that they were obliged
to give up work for the night; but, before lying down to sleep, they
heaped up the wood in the stove, and made a roaring fire, determined to
allow themselves this parting luxury. As they gathered round it, basking
in the unaccustomed heat, and enjoying their hot coffee and biscuits and
pemmican, they became quite cheerful, and forgot all their sufferings.</p>
<p>About seven in the morning they set to work again and by three in the
afternoon everything was ready.</p>
<p>It was almost dark, for, though the sun had reappeared above the horizon
since the 31st of January, his light was feeble and of short duration.
Happily the moon would rise about half-past six, and her soft beams would
give sufficient light to show the road.</p>
<p>The parting moment came. Altamont was overjoyed at the idea of starting,
though the jolting would necessarily increase his sufferings, for the
Doctor would find on board the medicines he required for his cure.</p>
<p>They lifted him on to the sledge, and laid him as comfortably as possible,
and then harnessed the dogs, including Duk. One final look towards the icy
bed where the <i>Forward</i> had been, and the little party set out for
the <i>Porpoise</i>. Bell was scout, as before; the Doctor and Johnson
took each a side of the sledge, and lent a helping hand when necessary;
while Hatteras walked behind to keep all in the right track.</p>
<p>They got on pretty quickly, for the weather was good, and the ice smooth
and hard, allowing the sledge to glide easily along, yet the temperature
was so low that men and dogs were soon panting, and had often to stop and
take breath. About seven the moon shone out, and irradiated the whole
horizon. Far as the eye could see, there was nothing visible but a wide-
stretching level plain of ice, without a solitary hummock or patch to
relieve the uniformity.</p>
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<p>As the Doctor remarked to his companion, it looked like some vast,
monotonous desert.</p>
<p>"Ay! Mr. Clawbonny, it is a desert, but we shan't die of thirst in it at
any rate."</p>
<p>"That's a comfort, certainly, but I'll tell you one thing: it proves,
Johnson, we must be a great distance from any coast. The nearer the coast,
the more numerous the icebergs in general, and you see there is not one in
sight."</p>
<p>"The horizon is rather misty, though."</p>
<p>"So it is, but ever since we started, we have been on this same
interminable ice-field."</p>
<p>"Do you know, Mr. Clawbonny, that smooth as this ice is, we are going over
most dangerous ground? Fathomless abysses lie beneath our feet."</p>
<p>"That's true enough, but they won't engulph us. This white sheet over them
is pretty tough, I can tell you. It is always getting thicker too; for in
these latitudes, it snows nine days out of ten even in April and May; ay,
and in June as well. The ice here, in some parts, cannot be less than
between thirty and forty feet thick."</p>
<p>"That sounds reassuring, at all events." said Johnson.</p>
<p>"Yes, we're not like the skaters on the Serpentine-always in danger of
falling through. This ice is strong enough to bear the weight of the
Custom House in Liverpool, or the Houses of Parliament in Westminster."</p>
<p>"Can they reckon pretty nearly what ice will bear, Mr. Clawbonny?" asked
the old sailor, always eager for information.</p>
<p>"What can't be reckoned now-a-days? Yes, ice two inches thick will bear a
man; three and a half inches, a man on horse-back; five inches, an eight
pounder; eight inches, field artillery; and ten inches, a whole army."</p>
<p>"It is difficult to conceive of such a power of resistance, but you were
speaking of the incessant snow just now, and I cannot help wondering where
it comes from, for the water all round is frozen, and what makes the
clouds?"</p>
<p>"That's a natural enough question, but my notion is that nearly all the
snow or rain that we get here comes from the temperate zones. I fancy each
of those snowflakes was originally a drop of water in some river, caught
up by evaporation into the air, and wafted over here in the shape of
clouds; so that it is not impossible that when we quench our thirst with
the melted snow, we are actually drinking from the very rivers of our own
native land."</p>
<p>Just at this moment the conversation was interrupted by Hatteras, who
called out that they were getting out of the straight line. The increasing
mist made it difficult to keep together, and at last, about eight o'clock,
they determined to come to a halt, as they had gone fifteen miles. The
tent was put up and the stove lighted, and after their usual supper they
lay down and slept comfortably till morning.</p>
<p>The calm atmosphere was highly favourable, for though the cold became
intense, and the mercury was always frozen in the thermometer, they found
no difficulty in continuing their route, confirming the truth of Parry's
assertion that any man suitably clad may walk abroad with impunity in the
lowest temperature, provided there is no wind; while, on the other hand,
the least breeze would make the skin smart acutely, and bring on violent
headache, which would soon end in death.</p>
<p>On the 5th of March a peculiar phenomenon occurred. The sky was perfectly
clear and glittering with stars, when suddenly snow began to fall thick
and fast, though there was not a cloud in the heavens and through the
white flakes the constellations could be seen shining. This curious
display lasted two hours, and ceased before the Doctor could arrive at any
satisfactory conclusion as to its cause.</p>
<p>The moon had ended her last quarter, and complete darkness prevailed now
for seventeen hours out of the twenty-four. The travellers had to fasten
themselves together with a long rope to avoid getting separated, and it
was all but impossible to pursue the right course. Moreover, the brave
fellows, in spite of their iron will, began to show signs of fatigue.
Halts became more frequent, and yet every hour was precious, for the
provisions were rapidly coming to an end.</p>
<p>Hatteras hardly knew what to think as day after day went on without
apparent result, and he asked himself sometimes whether the <i>Porpoise</i>
had any actual existence except in Altamont's fevered brain, and more than
once the idea even came into his head that perhaps national hatred might
have induced the American to drag them along with himself to certain
death.</p>
<p>He told the Doctor his suppositions, who rejected them absolutely, and
laid them down to the score of the unhappy rivalry that had arisen already
between the two captains.</p>
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<p>On the 14th of March, after sixteen days' march the little party found
themselves only yet in the 82º latitude. Their strength was exhausted, and
they had a hundred miles more to go. To increase their sufferings, rations
had to be still further reduced. Each man must be content with a fourth
part to allow the dogs their full quantity.</p>
<p>Unfortunately they could not rely at all on their guns, for only seven
charges of powder were left, and six balls. They had fired at several
hares and foxes on the road already, but unsuccessfully.</p>
<p>However, on the 15th, the Doctor was fortunate enough to surprise a seal
basking on the ice, and, after several shots, the animal was captured and
killed.</p>
<p>Johnson soon had it skinned and cut in pieces, but it was so lean that it
was worthless as food, unless its captors would drink the oil like the
Esquimaux.</p>
<p>The Doctor was bold enough to make the attempt, but failed in spite of
himself.</p>
<p>Next day several icebergs and hummocks were noticed on the horizon. Was
this a sign that land was near, or was it some ice-field that had broken
up? It was difficult to know what to surmise.</p>
<p>On arriving at the first of these hummocks, the travellers set to work to
make a cave in it where they could rest more comfortably than in the tent,
and after three hours' persevering toil, were able to light their stove
and lie down beside it to stretch their weary limbs.</p>
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