CHAPTER EIGHT.

PROCEEDING ON AGAINST MANY DIFFICULTIES.--ARCHY AND HIS COMPANIONS AT

LAST DISCOVER LAND AHEAD, AND CAMP IN A SNOW-HUT.--AT DAYBREAK, SEEING

NO TRACES OF THE MUTINEERS, THEY PUSH ON, AND ARRIVE AT THE EDGE OF THE

FLOE. CROSS A CHANNEL AND GETTING ON AN OPPOSITE FLOE, BUILD A

SNOW-HUT; BUT THE WATER RISING, LEAVE IT, AND BUILD ANOTHER, WHICH ALSO

IS WASHED AWAY. BUILD A THIRD, AND ARE AWOKE BY A BEAR.--TWO MEN FROST

BITTEN ARE LEFT BEHIND.

As the sun was about to set, a shout escaped Archy's lips. "Land,

land!" he cried out. All gazed eagerly in the direction to which he

pointed. There appeared a range of snowy mountains far higher than any

icebergs. They were clear and well defined, and Andrew and Foubister

declared that they could not be, as some of the rest supposed, a bank of

clouds. They remained visible till the sun sunk beneath the horizon.

The discovery somewhat cheered their spirits, but still many days must

elapse before they could reach the shore, and even when there, no

inhabitants might be found to assist them, or food to enable them to

exist during the coming winter. Their present condition indeed was very

trying. The tents were on the sledges, and they had only sufficient

fuel in the boat to keep a fire alight for one night; while their

provisions, with the utmost economy, would last them but a fortnight or

three weeks at the furthest.

"If the cold goes on increasing, we shall be frozen to death before the

morning," exclaimed several of the men.

"Not so, mates," said Andrew. "I have seen the natives build a snow-hut

in the course of an hour, and have been as warm as I could wish within

it during the hardest frost. They call it an igloo, and they fashion it

much after the way the seals make their houses, so that it is well

suited to the climate. We may depend on that, as God himself taught the

seals. Now turn to and clear a space down to the ice, while the

carpenter and I saw out some blocks of snow." His companions followed

Andrew's directions; and while Foubister sawed out the blocks, which

were about three feet long, and half as wide, he placed them in a circle

on the space which had been cleared. He then put on another tier,

gradually sloping inwards till a dome was formed, and lastly the

keystone of the arch was dropped into its place. Archy, who was helping

Andrew, remained with him inside, and were thus completely walled in.

The carpenter, with his saw, then cut a hole to serve as a doorway, on

the lee side of the hut.

"We have yet got to form a bed and fire-places. Hand in more blocks,

mates," said Andrew.

With these he and Archy quickly built up a raised place on either side

of the hut, with a circular one in the centre. Some of the provisions,

with a portion of the fuel, and all the bedding and blankets, were then

brought inside, when Andrew stopped up the doorway with some blocks of

snow, which he had retained for the purpose.

"Now, mates," he said, "you will soon see that we can be warm enough,

but we must keep up as small a fire as can be made to burn. Look here

now; this log will last us all night if we chop it into chips, and just

put on three or four at a time."

Andrew's plan was found to answer perfectly. The fire was sufficient to

melt the snow in a saucepan, and to enable them to enjoy some hot tea,

and the hut soon became so warm that they were glad to throw off their

great coats. Their only regret was that Andrew had not thought before

of building a snow-hut.

"Better late than never. It will not be the last by many that we shall

have to build," he answered.

They were all so comfortable that Andrew had great difficulty in rousing

them in the morning to encounter the biting wind blowing across the

floe. Having enjoyed a warm breakfast, and put on their outer clothing,

they cut their way out of their burrow, and once more proceeded

eastward. They did not fail to look out for their companions, but not a

moving object was to be discerned in any direction across the wide

ice-field.

After travelling all day, they were convinced that they saw the land

ahead, though it appeared no nearer than before.

"May be it will not appear nearer to-morrow or next day," said Andrew.

"But that must not disappoint us. It will be nearer notwithstanding.

That we know for a certainty, and if we persevere we shall reach it at

last."

As they advanced, several cracks and broad fissures were found in the

ice, and in one place there was a wide pool or lake only thinly covered

over, to avoid which they had to make a circuit.

"We are not far off the open water, mates," said Andrew, "and we may be

thankful that we have the boat, though I fear our poor shipmates will be

in a sad plight."

Making their way onwards, the ice being tolerably smooth, they arrived

sooner than Andrew had expected at the edge of the floe. The channel

which divided it from the opposite floe was upwards of a couple of miles

wide, a long distance to traverse in their battered boat. The wind had

gone down, and the sea was tolerably calm, it was therefore important to

cross while it remained so. Andrew, however, was very unwilling to

cross without waiting for their missing shipmates.

"Just think, mates, how we should feel if we had been with the sledges

had they crossed and left us to our fate on the floe?"

"But they deserted us, and we may lose our lives if we wait for them,"

argued the other men.

At last Andrew persuaded them to remain, while he and Archy set off to

climb to the top of a small iceberg, a little way to the north, from

whence they hoped to obtain a view over a considerable portion of the

floe. They lost no time in starting, but the distance was much greater

than they had expected.

"It seems to me as if the iceberg were moving away from us," exclaimed

Archy. "We have been walking on for the last half hour, and appear no

nearer."

"The berg is a good deal larger than I had fancied," answered Andrew.

"But never fear, we shall get up to it at last, and if we can manage to

climb to the top, we shall have a wider view over the plain, and a

better chance of seeing the poor fellows. It goes to my heart to leave

them to perish, and yet perish they must if they do not soon reach the

mainland. We must forget that they intended to desert us, and even if

they did, it is our duty to return good for evil, so come along Archy."

The iceberg was at length gained. Then came the difficulty of climbing

to the top. After walking nearly round it, they found a portion melted

and broken by the summer sun which afforded them footing. With the aid

of a boat-hook, and a coil of rope which Andrew had brought, they at

last reached one of the highest points. Hence they could see the edge

of the floe extending for a considerable way to the north, while their

eyes ranged over a wide extent of level ice, but all was one white

waste. Not the smallest dark spot could be seen upon it.

"I am afraid, Archy, we must give them up," sighed Andrew. "We should

risk the loss of our own lives if we were longer to wait for them."

Descending the iceberg, Andrew and Archy made their way back to the

boat. The boat was at once launched, and though she leaked slightly,

one hand bailing could keep her free. They all therefore, embarked, and

towing the runners, they made their way across to the floe. As they

found themselves once more gliding smoothly over the water, their

spirits rose, and some were anxious to try and make their way south in

the boat. Andrew and the carpenter, however, strongly objected to doing

this.

"The ice may close upon us, and we may run short of provisions long

before we can reach the Danish settlements," he observed. "Let us get

hold of the land first."

It was nearly dark by the time they reached the edge of the opposite

ice, and having unloaded their boat, they hauled her up, and proceeded

on to a hummock at a little distance. Here, without loss of time, they

build an igloo in which to shelter themselves for the night.

The first part passed quietly away, but about midnight Archy was awoke

by the sound of the crashing of ice, and a loud dashing of waves. He

aroused his companions, they listened for a few seconds.

"The sea is breaking up the ice close to us," exclaimed Andrew. "Put on

your clothes, lads, or we may be drowned in our den."

In another minute the whole party made their way out of the hut,

carrying their bedding under their arms. The sea was already close up

to the stern of the boat. Fortunately she had been placed on the

runners. They had just time to seize her, and drag her along, before

the ice, on which she had been resting, gave way. On they went as fast

as they could drag the boat, but even then it seemed doubtful whether

they could escape from the fast following sea. Their hut and the

hummock, near which it had been built, quickly disappeared. The wind

blew with fearful violence; the ice beneath their feet rose and fell as

they passed over it. Whenever they halted, the crashing ice behind them

warned them to push on again. At last a berg in the floe appeared

ahead, they made their way towards it, hoping that they might obtain

shelter under its lee till the gale had ceased. The men were so

fatigued that they would have thrown themselves down under shelter of

the boat to rest had not Andrew persuaded them to build another igloo.

Here they once more sought shelter, hoping to remain undisturbed for the

remainder of the night. Andrew and Foubister, however, agreed to keep

watch and watch, and Archy begged to take his turn.

"No, no," said Andrew, "you were the means of saving our lives. You

want sleep more than we do."

Two hours passed away, when, as Andrew listened, he heard again the same

terrific sound which had before awakened them. Once more all were

aroused, and hastening out as before, they found the sea still

encroaching on them. Complaining bitterly of their hard fate, the men

dragged on their boat, still the sea pursued them. Scarcely had they

got a hundred yards from the berg beneath which they had taken shelter,

when it crashed away through the broken ice. No one now felt inclined

to stop. The raging sea tore up the ice behind them, the vast slabs

crashing together with a terrific sound, urging them to greater speed.

On they went till day dawned, when they found themselves near a low

iceberg. They now declared that they could go no further, and Andrew

and Foubister agreed, that even should the ice overtake them, they might

find refuge on the slope of the berg, up which they could without

difficulty haul the boat. Having placed her, as they hoped, in safety,

they built another snow-hut, where they proposed remaining till the

storm had ceased. As they had now become expert architects, they were

not long in constructing the igloo, and all thankfully crept in to

recruit their strength. Even Andrew felt that he could not have held

out much longer.

The crashing sounds of the breaking ice had ceased, and no longer

fearing having again to take to flight, the whole party fell asleep.

They had not closed the doorway, as was their custom at night, on

account of the heat which was soon generated in so confined a space.

Archy was the first to awake, as he did so he heard a scraping sound,

and directly afterwards he caught sight of the white snout of a huge

animal poked in at the opening. A few smouldering chips alone remained

of the fire in the centre of the hut. His first impulse was to seize

one and throw it at the intruder, shouting out to his companions at the

same time. They quickly sprung to their feet. The carpenter seized an

axe.

"A bear, a bear," he cried out, as he made a blow at the nose of the

animal, who, uttering fierce growls, quickly beat a retreat.

They all rushed out, when the bear was seen at a short distance sitting

on his haunches examining its wounded nose. Andrew hurried to the boat.

Happily the bear had not attacked their provisions. The rifle was

loaded, his only fear was that the bear would make off before he could

get near enough to wound it mortally. The creature was, however,

evidently meditating an attack. It advanced, he fired, and it rolled

over on the snow. His companions uttered a shout of joy, as they had no

longer any fear of suffering for want of food for some time to come.

The bear was cut up, and returning to their hut, they were soon employed

in cooking steaks over their rekindled fire.

"I suspect those fellows never venture far from land," observed Andrew;

"so we may now feel pretty sure, mates, that we shall be able to reach

it without having another channel to cross."

The whole party were, however, too much knocked up to make another move

during that day, and even Andrew and Foubister, who were most anxious to

proceed on their journey, consented to remain till the following

morning. The day and night were passed between sleeping and eating, for

as soon as the men woke up, they relighted their fire and cooked more

bear's steaks, in spite of Andrew's warnings that they would soon

exhaust all their fuel.

"Never fear, old man," was the answer, "we shall get enough when we

reach the shore, and let us enjoy ourselves while we can. The natives

manage to live, why should not we?"

"The natives know how to catch the seal and the walrus, and unless we

can prove ourselves as good hunters as they are, we may chance to

starve," answered Andrew.

His warnings, however, had no effect, and when the next morning they

came to examine the contents of the boat, they found they had only

sufficient fuel to last them another night.

Once more they were on their journey. The carcase of the bear added

considerably to their load, the ice too was rough and broken, and they

made but slow progress. The land was seen clearly ahead, but after

toiling all day it seemed almost as far off as when they started. The

days too were becoming shorter and shorter, while the cold rapidly

increased, and once more they were compelled to encamp on the open floe.

That night the remainder of their fuel was consumed. Two of the men

had been complaining during the day of pains in their feet, and when

they pulled off their boots, to their dismay they discovered that they

were perfectly black. In vain their companions rubbed them to restore

the circulation. Their groans were piteous to hear, and when the

morning came they were utterly unable to rise. Andrew proposed to place

them in the boat, and to drag them along to the shore. When, however,

morning came, the ice ahead appeared even rougher than that which they

had passed over on the previous day, and in spite of his desire to

preserve their lives, it was found that with their diminished strength

this would be impossible. It was therefore agreed that the poor fellows

should be left in the hut, and that should any Esquimaux be met with,

they should be sent with their sledges and dogs to their relief. With

sad hearts the rest of the party closed the hut, which they felt would

too probably prove the tomb of their companions.

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