CHAPTER VIII

WE DRIFT AWAY FROM THE LAND

The last day of September we got another glimpse of the land, seeing

distinctly the low shore of Cooper Island, with its Eskimo houses. We

were still to the eastward of Point Barrow, drifting slowly along in

the pack. Mamen, the doctor and I went out to a ski-jump we had built

and in trying a higher jump than usual I heeled over and, instead of

landing on my ski, came down with a hard bump on my side. I didn’t let

the doctor know how badly I was hurt because I didn’t want any one to

know that I could be such a duffer but I was unable to lift my hand to

comb my hair for several weeks.

October came in with a snowstorm and a strong northeast wind which

drove us fast before it. On the morning of the first there came a crack

in the ice about a foot wide, running east and west, two miles from

the ship. It was too far away for us to dynamite our way to it even if

it had been a likely lead for navigation and besides when you dynamite

ice you must have open water for the broken fragments to overflow into

or they will choke up around you and you are worse off than before.

The heavy wind did not allow this crack to remain open more than a few

hours.

[Illustration: HAULING THE DREDGE

“The dredging and soundings were both carried on through a hole in the

ice, which we had made at the stern of the ship.” _See page 49_]

On the second and again on the third we caught glimpses of the land.

On the third the same gale that destroyed part of the town of Nome

sent us bowling along to the northwest. Occasionally we saw open water

but it was always far away. The weather on the fourth and fifth was

delightful, with the temperature up in the forties, and on the fifth we

had a beautiful sunset. Mamen, Malloch and I went ski-jumping in the

bright sunshine and had a wonderful afternoon of it.

We were now fast drifting to the northwest, off Point Barrow, getting

outside the twenty-fathom curve. The farther north we drifted the

deeper the water was becoming and the more varied in yield, for we kept

up the dredging and now we began to get flora and fauna characteristic

of the deep sea, instead of the specimens peculiar to the waters near

shore. Our soundings were kept up constantly and showed that we were

sliding off the continental shelf, so to speak, into the ocean depths.

The dredging and soundings were both carried on through a hole in

the ice, which we had made at the stern of the ship. Here we had an

igloo—a snow-house—for protection.

Peary had given me the first stimulus to seek information in the

Arctic; he had been the first to make me feel the fascination of all

this sounding and dredging, mapping out the bed of the ocean, outlining

the continental shelf. These things and the search for new land in

latitudes where man has never set foot before are what appeal to me.

Call it love of adventure if you will; it seems to me the life that

ought to appeal to any man with red blood in his veins, for as long as

there is a square mile of the old earth’s surface that is unexplored,

man will want to seek out that spot and find out all about it and bring

back word of what he finds. Some people call the search for the North

Pole a sporting event; to me it represents the unconquerable aspiration

of mankind to attain an ideal. Our _Karluk_ drift and its possibilities

interested me keenly, for we were on the way to a vast region where

man had never been; we were learning things about ocean currents and

the influence of the winds and almost daily were bringing up strange

specimens from the bottom of the sea. And I felt sure that come what

might we would get back in safety to civilization.

For several days we continued our offshore drift without change,

bearing sometimes due north, sometimes easterly and then again

northwesterly until by the ninth we were about thirty-five miles from

Point Barrow and drifting fast, too fast, in fact, to use the dredge.

The depth of the water had by now increased to almost a hundred fathoms.

The afternoon of the ninth Mamen and I were out on our ski, when there

came a sudden crack in the ice between us and the ship. Fortunately

I was on the watch for just such an event and as soon as I saw the

black streak of the open water on the white surface of the ice about a

hundred yards away from the high rafter which formed our ski-jump, we

started for the lead at top speed. The crack was about ten feet wide

at first; the wind was blowing, the snow was falling fast and night

was closing in. We had a dog with us and she ran along ahead of us to

the lead. The edges of the ice at one point were only about three feet

apart and after a wait of five or ten minutes we managed to bridge the

gap and get across just in time, but the dog got on another section of

ice which broke away and floated off with her.

When I got back to the ship I threw off my heavy ski shoes and went up

into the crow’s nest. It was stormy and I could not see very far. The

crack in the ice was about half a mile away and, as I could see, was

closing up. When it closed I feared we should be in for trouble, for

the ice was three or four feet thick, and if it should break up all the

way down to the ship and get us mixed up in the floating fragments,

it might crush the ship in an instant. So I set everybody at work on

the jump. For some time we had been placing supplies overboard on a

heavy floe not far from the ship and there we already had supplies for

several months in case of emergency. When the crack closed up, the ice

about 150 yards astern split at right angles into a lane of open water

a couple of feet wide.

The thermometer was about zero and there was much condensation in

the air, indicating the proximity of a good deal of open water. We

had steam up and I decided that if conditions remained the same when

daylight came the next morning, so that we could see what we were

doing, I would try to get the ship out into the open water and back to

the land. I stayed up all night but the next morning I found that all

the leads had closed up and through the clear, frosty air no open water

was visible in any direction. This proved to be the nearest the open

water came to us in all our drift.

[Illustration: MAKING SOUNDINGS

“We got the Lucas sounding-machine together, and installed it on the

ice at the edge of the dredge hole. With this machine on October 11 we

got 1,000 fathoms.”]

The temperature now went down to fifteen below zero and our soundings

by the Kelvin sounding-machine gave us no bottom at 270 fathoms. We

bent on a reel of 350 fathoms more and got no bottom at 500 fathoms.

Then we got the Lucas sounding-machine together and installed it on the

ice at the edge of the dredge hole. With this machine, on October 11

we got 1000 fathoms.

The dog that had floated off the day before came back; this made me

happy, because dogs were valuable to us and this particular dog, whose

name was Molly, was going to have a litter of pups. All the dogs were

now put back on the ice again, for the leads had all closed up and the

danger appeared to be over for the present.

Our Eskimo seamstress, Keruk, was working industriously and by now

had completed her fifteenth pair of winter deerskin boots. These are

made from the leg and foot of reindeer that have been killed during

the later fall or winter when they have their winter coats on, cut up

into four or five strips which are all sewed together to form leggins,

the hairy part inside; the sole is made from the skin of the ugsug, or

bearded seal. Keruk worked on fur clothing also. She did the cutting

and much of the sewing; some of the men knew how to sew and they

helped, too.

We continued our general drift to the north-west until October 22, when

for a few days the wind shifted and sent us south and east before we

took up our westward drift again. We were then about twenty-five miles

south of where Keenan Land should have been, according to the map of

the Arctic Region prepared by Gilbert H. Grosvenor, director and editor

of the National Geographic Society, for Peary’s book “The North Pole,”

a copy of which we had in the ship’s library. We were near enough to

have seen Keenan Land with a telescope from the masthead, on a fine

clear day, but though we kept a constant lookout for it from the crow’s

nest, we saw no signs of it whatever.

All this time we continued to get a good many seal. Most of these were

shot by the Eskimo, whose skill at hunting of this kind far exceeded

that of any other members of the party. We needed the flesh for fresh

meat for ourselves and fed the skins and blubber to the dogs. The seal

is the one indispensable animal of the Arctic. Its flesh is by no means

disagreeable, though it has a general flavor of fish, which constitutes

the seal’s chief food.

We continued our preparations for an extended stay in the ice. The ship

was now some two feet lighter than she had been the middle of August

when first frozen in; we had burned a good deal of coal and had removed

coal, biscuit, beef, pemmican and numerous other things from the deck

and also from the hold, sledging them to the heavy floe of which I have

already spoken. This floe was about half an acre in size and about

thirty feet thick, of blue ice, amply able to stand a good deal of

knocking about before breaking up. We now cut the ship out of the ice

which was fast to her sides, so that she would ride up to her proper

level before freezing in again.

Whether we were to continue in the ice or get clear, it was well to

have a good supply of emergency stores safe on the ice, because with

any ship at sea there is always the danger of fire. When we got the

_Roosevelt_ to Cape Sheridan in 1905 and again in 1908 we unloaded her

at once and put the supplies on land, building a house of the unopened

biscuit boxes, so that if the ship should chance to get afire and burn

up completely we should simply have had to walk back to Etah with our

supplies and wait for our relief ship. This experience I now applied

to our situation on the _Karluk_. We had various coal-stoves on board,

one in the saloon, one in the scientists’ room, one in my room, with

fires in the galley and Mr. Hadley’s carpenter’s shop and of course in

the engine-room, while the Eskimo had blubber stoves of soapstone in

the quarters we had built for them on deck. Besides all these stoves

we had numerous lamps. To guard against the danger from fire we had

chemical fire extinguishers and about fifty blocks of snow, distributed

wherever there was room for them about the ship, and in the galley a

hundred-gallon tank with a fire kept going constantly under it to

keep the water from freezing. We had a fire-fighting corps, every man

of which knew what he must do in case of fire. If fire broke out, the

ship’s bell would be rung and everybody would seize a block of snow or

the fire extinguisher or the buckets near the water-tank, as his duty

required, and help extinguish the fire.

Our supplies on the big floe we left at first where we put them. Later

on as we got opportunity we built a regular house, with walls composed

of boxes and bags of coal, cases of biscuit, barrels and other large

articles, with lumber, of which we had put two thousand feet over

on the ice, for flooring, scantling for roof and an extra suit of

the ship’s sails to cover all. We banked it all around with snow for

warmth. There was a kind of vestibule of snowbanks and a canvas door so

weighted that it would fly to of itself. Later still, in addition to

this box-house, we built a large snow igloo.

On the fourteenth for the first time we discontinued the regular

nautical routine of watch and watch and instead had a night watchman

and a day watchman, all taking turns at the work.

[Illustration: THE SUPPLIES ON THE BIG FLOE

“Our supplies on the big floe we left at first where we put them. Later

on as we got opportunity we built a regular house, with walls composed

of boxes and bags of coal, cases of biscuit, barrels and other large

articles.”]

We had a new dredge by this time, a larger and better one, made by

Chief Engineer Munro, with a long line, for we were getting soundings

of 1200 fathoms. We brought up a brittle starfish on the sixteenth

and a spherical-shaped creature unknown to Murray, two or three inches

in diameter. Murray had a laboratory which we built on deck for his

specimens, and it became a good deal of a museum before it finally went

down with the ship.

We got fur clothing enough made by the middle of the month for each man

to have an outfit and I had all the skins we had left collected and put

in canvas bags. The sailors were busy putting our pemmican in 48-pound

packages, sewed up in canvas which later we used for dog harness;

canvas is one thing the dogs will not ordinarily chew.

On the twentieth we saw bear tracks near the ship. There had been

cracks in the ice and ribbons of open water at some distance from the

ship and the Eskimo had continued their seal hunting with considerable

success. The dogs, curiously enough, though tethered at various points

around on the ice, were not aware of the bear’s presence.

Wherever there are seal you will find bear because the bear hunt the

seal and live on them. When I was hunting with Paul Rainey and Harry

Whitney in 1910 in Lancaster Sound, that historic entrance to the

islands and waters west of Baffin Land, I saw a bear creeping along the

ice very stealthily. So intent was he that he did not know I was there

and I watched him steal up on a seal asleep on the ice. He got nearer

and nearer and finally made a spring and landed on his prey. The seal

never woke up.

Sometimes the ice would be closed up and our Eskimo would get no seal,

or the weather would be bad and the sky overcast, but when the ice

parted and the water-lanes opened, if the air was fine, the seal would

sometimes swim over to the edge of the floe, put their flippers up and

crawl out of the water. Then they would lie out on the ice and sun

themselves. After a time, as the sun disappeared and the raw wind came

up, they would become cold from staying on the ice and then they would

slide back into the water. I have seen seal off the Newfoundland coast

that were so sunburned after lying for many days on the ice, blockaded

in the bays by the on-shore winds, that they actually cried out with

pain when they finally went into the water, and came back on to the ice

again at once.

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