GETTING NEAR THE POLE.
Hour after hour passed away, and still Hatteras persevered in his
weary watch, though his hopes appeared doomed to disappointment.
At length, about six in the evening, a dim, hazy, shapeless sort of
mist seemed to rise far away between sea and sky. It was not a
cloud, for it was constantly vanishing, and then reappearing next
minute.
Hatteras was the first to notice this peculiar phenomenon; but after
an hour's scrutiny through his telescope, he could make nothing of
it.
All at once, however, some sure indication met his eye, and
stretching out his arm to the horizon, he shouted, in a clear
ringing voice—-
"Land! land!"
His words produced an electrical effect on his companions, and every
man rushed to his side.
"I see it, I see it," said Clawbonny.
"Yes, yes, so do I!" exclaimed Johnson.
"It is a cloud," said Altamont.
"Land! land!" repeated Hatteras, in tones of absolute conviction.
Even while he spoke the appearance vanished, and when it returned
again the Doctor fancied he caught a gleam of light about the smoke
for an instant.
[Illustration: "It is a volcano!" he exclaimed.—P.217]
"It is a volcano!" he exclaimed.
"A volcano?" repeated Altamont.
"Undoubtedly."
[Illustration]
"In so high a latitude?"
"Why not? Is not Iceland a volcanic island—indeed, almost made
of volcanoes, one might say?"
"Well, has not our famous countryman, James Ross, affirmed the
existence of two active volcanoes, the Erebus and the Terror, on the
Southern Continent, in longitude 170° and latitude 78°? Why, then,
should not volcanoes be found near the North Pole?"
"It is possible, certainly," replied Altamont.
"Ah, now I see it distinctly," exclaimed the Doctor." It is a
volcano!"
"Let us make right for it then," said Hatteras.
[Illustration]
It was impossible longer to doubt the proximity of the coast. In
twenty-four hours, probably, the bold navigators might hope to
set foot on its untrodden soil. But strange as it was, now that
they were so near the goal of their voyage, no one showed the joy
which might have been expected. Each man sat silent, absorbed in
his own thoughts, wondering what sort of place this Pole must be.
The birds seemed to shun it, for though it was evening, they were
all flying towards the south with outspread wings. Was it, then,
so inhospitable, that not so much as a sea-gull or a ptarmigan
could find a shelter? The fish, too, even the large cetacea, were
hastening away through the transparent waters. What could cause
this feeling either of repulsion or terror?
[Illustration]
At last sleep overcame the tired men, and one after another dropped
off, leaving Hatteras to keep watch.
He took the helm, and tried his best not to close his eyes, for he
grudged losing precious time; but the slow motion of the vessel
rocked him into a state of such irresistible somnolence that, in
spite of himself, he was soon, like his companions, locked fast in
deep slumber. He began to dream, and imagination brought back all
the scenes of his past life. He dreamt of his ship, the Forward, and
of the traitors that had burnt it. Again he felt all the agonies of
disappointment and failure, and forgot his actual situation. Then
the scene changed, and he saw himself at the Pole unfurling the
Union Jack!
While memory and fancy were thus busied, an enormous cloud of an
olive tinge had begun to darken sea and sky. A hurricane was at
hand. The first blast of the tempest roused the captain and his
companions, and they were on their feet in an instant, ready to meet
it. The sea had risen tremendously, and the ship was tossing
violently up and down on the billows. Hatteras took the helm again,
and kept a firm hold of it, while Johnson and Bell baled out the
water which was constantly dashing over the ship.
It was a difficult matter to preserve the right course, for the
thick fog made it impossible to see more than a few yards off.
This sudden tempest might well seem to such excited men, a stern
prohibition against further approach to the Pole; but it needed but
a glance at their resolute faces to know that they would neither
yield to winds nor waves, but go right on to the end.
[Illustration]
For a whole day the struggle lasted, death threatening them each
moment; but about six in the evening, just as the fury of the waves
seemed at its highest pitch, there came a sudden calm. The wind was
stilled as if miraculously, and the sea became smooth as glass.
Then came a most extraordinary inexplicable phenomenon.
The fog, without dispersing, became strangely luminous, and the
sloop sailed along in a zone of electric light. Mast, sail, and
rigging appeared pencilled in black against the phosphorescent sky
with wondrous distinctness. The men were bathed in light, and their
faces shone with a fiery glow.
"The volcano!" exclaimed Hatteras.
"Is it possible?" said Bell.
"No, no!" replied Clawbonny. "We should be suffocated with its
flames so near."
"Perhaps it is the reflection," suggested Altamont.
"Not that much even, for then we must be near land, and in that
case we should hear the noise of the eruption."
"What is it, then?" asked the captain.
"It is a cosmical phenomenon," replied the Doctor, "seldom met
hitherto. If we go on, we shall soon get out of our luminous sphere
and be back in the darkness and tempest again."
"Well, let's go on, come what may," said Hatteras.
The Doctor was right. Gradually the fog began to lose its light, and
then its transparency, and the howling wind was heard not far off. A
few minutes more, and the little vessel was caught in a violent
squall, and swept back into the cyclone.
But the hurricane had fortunately turned a point towards the south,
and left the vessel free to run before the wind straight towards the
Pole. There was imminent danger of her sinking, for she sped along
at frenzied speed, and any sudden collision with rock or iceberg
must have inevitably dashed her to pieces.
But not a man on board counselled prudence. They were intoxicated
with the danger, and no speed could be quick enough to satisfy their
longing impatience to reach the unknown.
At last they began evidently to near the coast. Strange symptoms
were manifest in the air; the fog suddenly rent like a curtain torn
by the wind; and for an instant, like a flash of lightning, an
immense column of flame was seen on the horizon.
"The volcano! the volcano!" was the simultaneous exclamation.
But the words had hardly passed their lips before the fantastic
vision had vanished. The wind suddenly changed to south-east, and
drove the ship back again from the land.
"Confound it!" said Hatteras; "we weren't three miles from
the coast."
However, resistance was impossible. All that could be done was to
keep tacking; but every few minutes the little sloop would be thrown
on her side, though she righted herself again immediately obedient
to the helm.
As Hatteras stood with dishevelled hair, grasping the helm as if
welded to his hand, he seemed the animating soul of the ship.
All at once, a fearful sight met his gaze.
Scarcely twenty yards in front was a great block of ice coming right
towards them, mounting and falling on the stormy billows, ready to
overturn at any moment and crush them in its descent.
But this was not the only danger that threatened the bold
navigators. The iceberg was packed with white bears, huddling close
together, and evidently beside themselves with terror.
The iceberg made frightful lurches, sometimes inclining at such a
sharp angle that the animals rolled pell-mell over each other and
set up a loud growling, which mingled with the roar of the elements
and made a terrible concert.
For a quarter of an hour, which seemed a whole century, the sloop
sailed on in this formidable company, sometimes a few yards distant
and sometimes near enough to touch. The Greenland dogs trembled for
fear, but Duk was quite imperturbable. At last the iceberg lost
ground, and got driven by the wind further and further away till it
disappeared in the fog, only at intervals betraying its presence by
the ominous growls of its equipage.
[Illustration: Mast and sail were torn off, and went flying away
through the darkness like some large white bird.—P.224]
The storm now burst forth with redoubled fury. The little barque was
lifted bodily out of the water, and whirled round and round with the
most frightful rapidity. Mast and sail were torn off, and went
flying away through the darkness like some large white bird. A
whirlpool began to form among the waves, drawing down the ship
gradually by its irresistible suction.
[Illustration]
Deeper and deeper she sank, whizzing round at such tremendous speed
that to the poor fellows on board, the water seemed motionless. All
five men stood erect, gazing at each other in speechless terror. But
suddenly the ship rose perpendicularly, her prow went above the edge
of the vortex, and getting out of the centre of attraction by her
own velocity, she escaped at a tangent from the circumference, and
was thrown far beyond, swift as a ball from a cannon's mouth.
Altamont, the Doctor, Johnson, and Bell were pitched flat on the
planks. When they got up, Hatteras had disappeared!
It was two o'clock in the morning.