With no intention of ascending again into any accidental holes in the
ice above them, the voyagers on the Dipsey kept on their uneventful
way, until, upon the third day after their discovery of the lake, the
electric bell attached to the heavy lead which always hung suspended
below the vessel, rang violently, indicating that it had touched the
bottom. This sound startled everybody on board. In all their submarine
experiences they had not yet sunk down low enough to be anywhere near
the bottom of the sea.
Of course orders were given to ascend immediately, and at the same time
a minor search-light was directed upward through the deck skylight. To
the horror of the observers, ice could plainly be seen stretching above
them like an irregular, gray sky.
Here was a condition of things which had not been anticipated. The
bottom below and the ice above were approaching each other. Of course it
might have been some promontory of the rocks under the sea against which
their telltale lead had struck; but there was an instrument on board for
taking soundings by means of a lead suspended outside and a wire running
through a water-proof hole in the bottom of the vessel, and when the
Dipsey had risen a few fathoms, and was progressing very slowly, this
instrument was used at frequent intervals, and it was found that the
electric lead had not touched a rock projecting upward, and that the
bottom was almost level.
Mr. Gibbs's instrument gave him an approximate idea of the vessel's
depth in the water, and the dial connected with the sounding apparatus
told him hour by hour that the distance from the bottom, as the vessel
kept forward on the same plane, was becoming less and less. Consequently
he determined, so long as he was able to proceed, to keep the Dipsey as
near as possible at a median distance between the ice and the bottom.
This was an anxious time. So long as they had felt that they had plenty
of sea-room the little party of adventurers had not yet recognized
any danger which they thought sufficient to deter them from farther
progress; but if the ice and the bottom were coming together, what
could they do? It was possible, by means of explosives they carried,
to shatter the ice above them; but action of this kind had not been
contemplated unless they should find themselves at the pole and still
shut in by ice. They did not wish to get out into the open air at the
point where they found themselves; and, moreover, it would not have been
safe to explode their great bombs in such shallow water. A consultation
was held, and it was agreed that the best thing to do was to diverge
from the course they had steadily maintained, and try to find a deeper
channel leading to the north. Accordingly they steered eastward.
It was not long before they found that they had judged wisely; the
bottom descended far out of the reach of their electric lead, and they
were enabled to keep a safe distance below the overhanging ice.
“I feel sure,” said Mr. Gibbs, “that we came near running against some
outreaching portion of the main Western Continent, and now we have got
to look out for the foundations of Greenland's icy mountains.” He spoke
cheerily, for he wished to encourage his companions, but there was a
very anxious look upon his face when he was not speaking to any one.
The next day every one was anxious, whether he spoke or was silent. The
bottom was rising again, and the Dipsey was obliged to sail nearer and
nearer to the ice above. Between two dangers, constricted and trammelled
as they were, none of them could help feeling the terrors of their
position, and if it had not been for the encouraging messages which
continually came to them from Sardis, they might not have been able to
keep up brave hearts.
After two days of most cautious progress, during which the water became
steadily shallower and shallower, it was discovered that the ice above,
which they were now obliged to approach much more closely than they had
ever done before, was comparatively thin, and broken in many places.
Great cracks could be seen in it here and there, and movements could
be discerned indicating that it was a floe, or floating mass of ice. If
that were the case, it was not impossible that they were now nearing
the edge of the ice under which they had so long been sailing, and that
beyond them was the open water. If they could reach that, and find it
the unobstructed sea which was supposed to exist at this end of the
earth's axis, their expedition was a success. At that moment they were
less than one hundred miles from the pole.
Whether the voyagers on the Dipsey were more excited when the probable
condition of their situation became known to them, or whether Roland
Clewe and Margaret Raleigh in the office of the Works at Sardis were the
more greatly moved when they received that day's report from the arctic
regions, it would be hard to say. If there should be room enough for the
little submarine vessel to safely navigate beneath the ice which there
was such good reason to believe was floating on the edge of the body of
water they had come in search of, and on whose surface they might freely
sail, what then was likely to hinder them from reaching the pole? The
presence of ice in the vicinity of that extreme northern point was
feared by no one concerned in the expedition, for it was believed that
the rotary motion of the earth would have a tendency to drive it away
from the pole by centrifugal force.
The little thermometer-boat which during the submarine voyage of the
Dipsey had constantly preceded her to give warning of the sunken base of
some great iceberg, was now drawn in close to the bow; there was so much
ice so near that its warnings were constant, and therefore unneeded.
The electric lead-line was shortened to the length of a few fathoms,
and even then it sometimes suddenly rang out its alarm. After a time the
bottom of the sea became visible through the stout glass of a protected
window near the bow, and a man was placed there to report what he could
see below them.
It had now become so light that in some parts of the vessel the electric
lamps were turned out. Fissures of considerable size appeared in the ice
above, and then, to the great excitement of every one, the vessel slowly
moved under a wide space of open water; but the ice could be seen ahead,
and she did not rise. The bottom came no nearer, and the Dipsey moved
cautiously on. Nobody thought of eating; they did not talk much, but at
every one of the outlooks there were eager faces.
At last they saw nothing above them but floating fragments of ice. Still
they kept on, until they were plainly moving below the surface of open
water. Then Mr. Gibbs looked at Sammy.
“I think it is time to rise,” said he; and Sammy passed the word that
the Dipsey was going up into the upper air.
When the little craft, so long submerged in the quiet depths of the
Arctic Sea, had risen until she rested on the surface of the water,
there was no general desire, as there had been when she emerged into
Lake Shiver, to rush upon the upper deck. Instead of that, the occupants
gathered together and looked at each other in a hesitating way, as if
they were afraid to go out and see whether they were really in an open
sea, or lying in some small ice-locked body of water.
Mr. Gibbs was very pale.
“My friends,” said he, “we are going on deck to find out whether or not
we have reached the open polar sea, but we must not be excited, and we
must not jump to hurried conclusions; we may have found what we are in
search of, and we may not have found it yet. But we will go up and
look out upon the polar world as far as we can see it, and we shall
not decide upon this thing or that until we have thoroughly studied the
whole situation. The engines are stopped, and every one may go up, but
I advise you all to put on your warmest clothes. We should remember our
experience at Lake Shiver.”
“It wouldn't be a bad idea,” said Sammy Block, “to throw out a lot of
tarpaulins to stand on, so that none of us will get frozen to the wet
deck, as happened before.”
When the hatch was opened a man with a black beard pushed himself
forward towards the companionway.
“Keep back here, sir,” said Mr. Marcy, clapping his hand upon the man's
shoulder.
“I want to be ready to spread the tarpaulins, sir,” said he, with a
wriggling motion, as if he would free himself.
“You want to be the first to see the polar sea, that is my opinion,”
said Mr. Marcy; “but you keep back there where you belong.” And with
that he gave the eager Rovinski a staggering push to the rear.
Five minutes afterwards Margaret Raleigh and Roland Clewe, sitting close
together by the telegraph instrument in the Works at Sardis, received
the following message:
“We have risen to the surface of what we believe to be the open polar
sea. Everybody is on deck but me. It is very cold, and a wind is
blowing. Off to our left there are high mountains, stretching westward
as far as we can see. They are all snow and ice, but they look blue and
green and beautiful. From these mountains there comes this way a long
cape, with a little mountain at the end of it. Mr. Gibbs says this
mountain, which is about twenty miles away, must be just about between
us and the pole, but it does not cut us off. Far out to the right, as
far as we can see, there is open water shining in the sun, so that we
can sail around the cape. On the right and behind us, southward, are
everlasting plains of snow and ice, which we have just come from under.
They are so white that it dazzles our eyes to look at them. In some
places they are smooth, and in some places they are tumbled up. On the
very edge of the sky, in that direction, there are more mountains. There
are no animals or people anywhere. It is very cold, even inside the
vessel. My fingers are stiff. Now that we are out on the water, in
regular shipshape, Captain Jim Hubbell has taken command. We are going
to cruise northward as soon as we can get things regulated for outside
sailing.
“SAMUEL BLOCK.”