Covers a Long Period of Time, and shows, among other
Things, how a Race may be lost at Both Ends.
"I must now tell you," continued the Captain, "that, while all these
adventures were happening, the winter was passing steadily away; and,
from what I have before told you about the Arctic seasons, you will know
that when the winter came finally to an end the darkness came to an end
too,--that is, to be more particular, first there was a little flush of
light at noon, to see which made us very glad, you may be sure; after
this, from day to day, the light grew brighter and brighter, until it
was almost broad daylight, as it is here just before the sun has risen
in the morning; then the sun came up a few days afterward only a little
way above the horizon (of course right in the south); and then, next
day, it was a little higher, and the next day a little higher still; and
then, by and by, it was (as it had been in the summer-time before)
circling round and round us, shining all the while; and now our hut was
at midnight in the shadow of the cliff; at noon the sun was blazing down
upon us, softening the snow, and making our hearts, O, how happy and
thankful!--more so than I can tell you.
"I thought that never in all my life had I seen anything so splendid as
the sun's bright face when he appeared for the first time after this
long dark winter. For you must know we were about one hundred and twenty
days without once setting eyes upon the sun at all; and now, when he did
rise, after this long interval, what could we do but take off our caps
and whirl them round and round our heads, in very joy and gladness? and
this I can assure you we did with many a good round cheer.
"The summer now came on steadily, and the temperature became warmer
every day. The spring glided into summer, and early in the month of June
the snow began to melt in good earnest, and by July great streams were
dashing and roaring over the cliffs, and through the gorges, to the sea.
Then the sea soon began to show the influence of the summer heat. The
ice grew rotten, and, from being white, it got to be quite dark; and we
could no longer go out upon it with any safety, except in one particular
direction, towards the east, where it was much thicker than in any other
place. Then strong winds came, and the rotten ice was broken up, and
after that it went drifting here and there to right and left, up and
down upon the sea, whichever way the winds were blowing.
"And now once more we kept a sharp lookout for ships, hoping all the
time that 'this day will be the day of our deliverance.' But we lived on
as we had done before,--every day adding one more disappointment to the
list,--for no ship came. Thus watching, waiting, hoping on, we grew
restless with anxiety, and were more unhappy than we had ever been in
the gloomy winter that had passed away.
"But the summer brought some pleasure to us. As soon as the snow had
gone, the grass grew green upon the hillside, and the tiny little plants
put out their leaves, and then the tiny little flowers were blooming
brightly, and turning up their pleasant faces to the ever-smiling sun.
"And then the birds came back,--the eider-ducks, and the little auks,
that I have told you of, and great flocks of geese and gulls, all
looking out for places in which to make their nests; and they fairly
kept the air alive with the flutter of their wings, and their 'quack,
quack, quack,' and their gladsome screams, as they hurried to and fro.
"And then bright yellow butterflies and little bees came fluttering and
buzzing about the little flowers, and all was life and happiness and
brightness in the air about us; but there was no one there to look at us
and see how heavy were our hearts at times,--no one but God.
"But not on our desert island alone was nature full of life and gayety.
The seals, as if glad that summer had once more returned, crawled out
upon the ice, and lay there on it, where it floated in the water,
basking in the sun. There were hundreds and hundreds of them to be seen
almost every day; and, besides the seals, the walruses, with their great
long hideous-looking tusks and ugly and ungraceful bodies, came up too;
and the narwhals, also, with their long ivory horns, and the white
whales, were to be seen at almost any time, 'spouting' round about us in
the sea. And besides all this life in the sea, and in the air, and on
the land, we now and then saw a great white bear prowling about upon the
floating ice-fields, seeking seals to feed upon; and, when tired of one
ice-field, he would jump into the water, and swim away and crawl up on
another.
"Thus you observe that, if we were upon a desert island in the Arctic
Sea, it was not so barren as one would think who had never seen anything
of such a place.
"It is not worth while for me to tell you how we lived through this
second summer. Of course we had a much easier time of it than we had had
the summer previous, for there was no hut to build, and we had now
leisure to make ourselves more comfortable; and indeed we used our time
so well that we accumulated, in good season, everything we needed in the
way of food and fuel,--catching the birds and other animals as before,
which we stowed away in so many different places that we felt quite sure
the bears would not be likely to discover all of them; and then we made
fresh suits of fine fur clothes, and fresh fur bedding, and carved new
lamps and pots and cups out of soapstone, that we might be safe against
all accidents.
"While we were thus working, and watching all the time for ships,
without the hoped-for ship ever coming, the summer passed away, the
birds flew off once more with the setting sun, the sea froze up all
around the island, and we were left again alone,--all, all alone, in the
cold and snow and darkness of another winter.
"O how heavy were our hearts now! Bright had been our hopes of rescue;
great was our disappointment, and unhappy the prospect before us. For a
time we were very despondent; but the darkest hour, you know, is just
before the break of day, and we were experiencing now only one more of
our many periods of gloom with daybreak following; for when the winter
fairly sealed up the sea around us, and covered everything with snow, we
felt the same spirit of resignation in our lives that had before carried
us through so many trials and difficulties. And in this we were a great
support to each other. If our hearts were more than commonly heavy at
any time, we tried all we could to disguise it from each other, and
tried always to be as cheerful as possible. If we had each always
carried a gloomy face about with him, I am sure both of us must have
died. Thus you see how important is the spirit of cheerfulness; and, to
tell the truth, I haven't much opinion of long-faced people anyway,
whether they live on rocky islands or in big houses or in little
huts,--whether they are old or young, rich or poor, civilized or savage,
Christian or pagan. That's my opinion.
* * * * *
"Well, this winter passed over just as the other had done;--the same
routine of work and hunting, the same cold and darkness, the same
constant bearing up against our unhappy fortunes. It did not in any
particular differ from the other in a manner worthy of mention, except
that no bears came this time to disturb us. But there was the same
aurora borealis, the same bright starlight and brighter moonlight, the
same fierce snows and howling gales. We caught foxes and seals as we had
done before, and wanted not for food or fuel. Our health was still
always good.
"So you see there is no occasion for our halting over this period. I can
tell you nothing new about it. The winter came to an end, as everything
must, in time; the sun came back; the summer followed the winter; and
this, our third summer on the Rock of Good Hope, passed away like the
others, with its bright sunshine, and its pretty butterflies and
flowers, and myriads of birds, but still no ship, and still no rescue."
* * * * *
After the Captain had thus spoken, he paused as if to consider whether
he had omitted anything, in connection with the long period they had
passed on the island, that would make it worth his while to dwell
longer upon any portion of his story up to this time. Satisfied always
of the deep interest and close attention of his young auditors, he
thought only of selecting such points of the narrative as seemed to him
likely to convey most pleasure and instruction to the little people,
who, ever eager to listen, were yet always curious to have something
cleared up which the Captain had hastily passed over, thinking little of
it. But still they had the good sense to see (to say nothing of the
requirements of politeness) that they were not likely to be much
benefited by interrupting the Captain; for if they asked questions in
the midst of his story he would, in all probability, be put out, and
lose the even thread of his narration. But a question, or perhaps a
volley of them, was always sure to come if the Captain made a pause, or
as he, in mariner phrase, expressed it, lay "hove to," for a little
while.
So it was now. No sooner had the Captain stopped his speech, and got
into the reflective mood, than William's tongue was loosened.
"O Captain Hardy!" said he, "don't go on until you have told us
something more about those curious little flowers you have been speaking
of. It is so odd to think of flowers growing in such a desert place!"
"O, do!" exclaimed little Alice, "O, do, do, Captain Hardy! they must be
such pretty little things! But I don't see how they ever get any chance
to grow, when it is so cold and dreary. How do they?"
"Pretty they are indeed, my dear," replied the kind-hearted Captain,
pleased to have the question asked, as was evident, "and very wonderful.
How they managed to grow is more than I can tell, and is just as
astonishing to me as to yourselves. The snow, however, in the spring
went pretty quickly; and as soon as the earth was free in any place,
then we saw the tiniest flowers you ever saw coming up, seemingly right
out of the frozen earth, and almost underneath the very snow,--at least
within a few inches of it. The Dean and I one day came across one of
these little flowers, looking just like a buttercup, only the whole
plant was--well, the littlest thing you ever did see. Why, it was so
little that little Alice's little thimble, with which she is learning to
sew so prettily, would have been quite large enough for a flower-pot to
put the whole of it in! and it would have grown there, too,--and glad
enough, no doubt. There was a great snow-bank hanging right over it, and
there was ice all around it. But still it looked spunky, and happy, and
well contented, and seemed quite able to take care of itself.
"As we walked on towards the hut, I noticed that the Dean grew very
thoughtful.
"'What's the matter, Dean?' said I; 'what are you thinking about?'
"'About that little flower,' replied the Dean.
"At this I laughed, asking the Dean what there was in the little flower
to think about.
"'A great deal,' said he.
"I laughed again, and asked him what it was.
"'Why,' said he, very soberly, 'it is a lesson to us not to get the
blues any more. If that poor flower can live and fight its way against
such odds, I think we ought to!'
"Now there was more in that observation of the thoughtful little Dean
than you would think for; and we talked a great deal about the little
flower,--indeed, it came up between us very often; we went back many
times to it, and watched it closely. Once there came a snow-storm and
buried it up; but next day the snow was all melted, and the leaves came
out as green, and the flower as yellow, and the whole plant as plucky,
as ever. I should say the flower was about as large round as a very
small pea, and it was just as yellow as gold; and the whole wee thing
was not taller than a common-sized pin.
"We talked so much about this little flower that we got to making rhymes
about it; and, every time we made a new rhyme, we were much delighted,
you may be sure. How we wished we had some way to write down what we
thought! It would have been much easier, and a great satisfaction. But,
for all that, we finally got quite a song of it, which I have not
forgotten, even to this time. To be sure we did not know much about
making verses, and nothing at all about what they call 'feet' in poetry;
yet we got some pretty good rhymes for all, though they might be called
a little worm-fency, or like as if they hadn't got their sea-legs on,
you know. Now, would you like to hear this little song that the Dean and
I made about the little Arctic flower?"
"O yes, yes, dear Captain Hardy!--yes, yes, indeed!" said the children,
in such a loud and universal chorus that nobody could have told who
"deared" the Captain, or who said "O," or who, "indeed"; but you may be
sure they all said "yes!" and so the Captain, being thus encouraged,
cleared his throat, and said he would repeat it.
"My impression is," he continued, "that it isn't exactly a song; in
fact, I don't know what it is. I should hardly venture on calling it a
'poem,' you see; but still, for all that, we must give it a name, you
know, and 'song,' 'poem,' or what not, its right title anyhow is:--
THE ARCTIC FLOWER.
O tiny, tiny Arctic flower
Where have you kept yourself so long?
Deep buried in a snowy bower?
And did the winter treat you wrong?
You little, smiling, gladsome thing!
You pretty, pretty flower of spring!
You little, little, wee, wee thing!
So bright, so cheery in the sun,
So everything that every one
Would wish a flower to bring.
You tiny, tiny little thing!
I'm so afraid the frosts will nip
Your little feet, you tenderling,
You crazy, crazy little thing!
What e'er possessed you to come up
And nestle there beside the snow,
As if you'd warm it with a glow
Of golden light from your bright face,
On which there is no single trace
Of anything like sorrow?
Cheery, cheery, always cheery,
Always cheery, never weary,
E'en with frozen sod close bound,
E'en with snow all piled around,
E'en with the frosts upon the ground,
Your little tender roots to chill!
O, what a royal little will
You have, you little gladsome thing,
You pretty, pretty flower of spring,
You little, little weesome mite,
You tiny, tiny little sprite!
E'en now the snows are at your feet,
And piled a hundred times your height,
Close, close beside your face so sweet!
And yet you smile, you pretty thing,
You pretty, pretty flower of spring,
You little, little, wee, wee thing!
And do not seem to care a bit,
And look as happy, every whit,
As any other flower of spring.
And what a lesson, too, you bring
To all of us, you little thing!
You show us how to persevere,
You show us how a happy cheer
May always on the face appear,
If God we trust and God we fear;
For God is every, every where,
And this the flower doth declare,--
The tiny, tiny little flower,
The weesome, weesome little flower,
The little, smiling, gladsome thing,
The pretty, pretty flower of spring,
The little, little, wee, wee thing.
"There, now you have it!" exclaimed the Captain, drawing a very long
breath, and looking around, no doubt to see the impression he had
produced,--"there you have it, my dears!"
The children all expressed themselves highly delighted with this effort
of the Captain's in the poetical way, and they all declared if that
wasn't a song they "would like to see one."
Thus greatly flattered by the pleasure the children received from his
recitation of what had become old to him, and deeply rooted in his
memory, the Captain resumed once more the thread of his narrative, or,
rather, "once more picked up the broken yarn, and spun away," as he
would have more graphically expressed it.
* * * * *
"Well, well," continued the Captain, "you see our little flower died
after a while, and all the other little flowers died; and this brought
us to the end of our third summer on the island and into the third
winter.
"This winter passed away as the previous ones had done, and we felt
still greater resignation.
"'Here we are forever,' said the Dean, 'and that we must make up our
minds to. It is God's will, and we must bow before it and be
reconciled.'
"'I fear, Dean, that is so,' I answered, solemnly.
"This was in the month of February, and the sunlight was coming back,
and, to see if we could not catch a glimpse of the god of day, we had
gone out together, wading through the snow.
"The Dean felt it when he said 'we must be reconciled'; but he had
hardly spoken when our attention was quickly called away from such
reflections (and from the sun too) by seeing something dark upon the
frozen sea, not far away from us. It was moving.
"We were not long in doubt as to what it was, for we had seen too many
polar bears to be cheated this time,--a bear, without any doubt at all.
"He was running very fast, and was making directly towards the island.
He soon ran behind a large iceberg, and for a little while was out of
sight; but he appeared again soon afterwards, and held on in the same
course. Then we lost him once more among rough ice, and then again he
came in view. He appeared so dark at first, that less-experienced
persons might have been uncertain about what it was; for although the
polar bear is usually called the white bear, yet in truth he has a
yellowish hue, and is quite dark, at least in comparison with the pure
white snow.
"'It's another bear, I do believe!' exclaimed the Dean, and at once we
made for the hut. But the bear was running much faster than we were, and
was moreover coming in right towards the place for which we were bound.
So we grew much alarmed, and quickened our speed, not however without
difficulty; for the snow was, in places, very deep.
"By and by the bear, which proved to be a very large one, caught sight
of us; and, as you know already that the polar bear is rather a cowardly
beast than otherwise, you will not be much surprised to learn that, when
he saw us, he altered his course, and turned off from the island as fast
as he could go. Seeing him do this (as you may be sure to our great
delight), we halted to watch him; and now we perceived, for the first
time, that the animal was pursued. By what we could not imagine, but,
clearly enough, by something; for in the distance, and from the quarter
whence the bear had come, there was plainly to be seen, winding among
the bergs and rough masses of ice, something dark following on the very
track which the bear had taken, sometimes lost to sight and sometimes in
full view, and growing larger every moment, just as the bear had done.
"Nearer and nearer came this object, and our wonder increased. Presently
we heard a cry.
"'Hark!' said the Dean.
"The cry was repeated.
"'A dog!' exclaimed the Dean.
"'A dog!' said I, in answer, for I heard it distinctly.
"'Hark!' said the Dean again, for there was another sound.
"'A man,' said I.
"'A man!' repeated the Dean, excitedly.
"And a man it was.
"Dogs and men! what could they be doing there? was the question that ran
through both our minds at once.
"But dogs and a man (not men) there were, and whatever they might be
doing there, or whence they might have come, it was certain that dogs
and a man made the dark spot which we saw upon the white sea; and it
was, moreover, clear that they were pursuing the bear which had passed
us and was now pretty far away.
"Nearer and nearer came the dogs and man, and the sounds became more and
more distinct; the dogs were upon the bear's tracks, the man was upon a
sledge to which the dogs were fastened. At length they came so near that
the dogs could be easily counted. They were seven, and all of different
colors, and were fastened with long lines to the sledge, so that they
were a great way in front of it, and they were running all abreast. They
were straining and pressing into their collars, all the while crying
impatiently, as they bounded over the snow at a rapid gallop. The man
was encouraging them along all he could with a long whip, which he threw
out with a lively snap, exclaiming, 'Ka-ka! ka-ka!' over and over again;
and then, 'Nen-ook, nen-ook, nen-ook!'--many times repeated; for he was
now so near that we could distinguish every word he said.
"It was a wild chase, and the Dean and I became much excited over it,
running all the time to get nearer to the passing sledge and man and
dogs.
"Very soon we should have met, but suddenly the bear came in full view
of the dogs, evidently for the first time. Up to this moment the dogs
had only been following the track.
"The dogs, now leaving the track, gave a wild, concerted howl, and
dashed off after the bear in a straight line. Man, sledge, dogs, and all
passed us quickly by,--the man shouting more excitedly than ever to his
dogs, sometimes calling them by name, as it seemed to us, and sometimes
crying 'Nen-ook, nen-ook!' and sometimes, 'Ka-ka! ka-ka!' and so away
they went, rushing like the wind,--the whole scene more strange than
strangest dream,--the dogs and man like spectral things, so quickly had
they come and so unexpectedly; or, at the least, the dogs seemed like
howling wolves, and the man a wild man of the frozen ocean, clothed in
wild beasts' skins.
[Illustration: A Race for Life.]
"We called to the man to stop; we shouted, 'Come here, come here!' and
then again, 'Come back, come back!' as loud as we could shout, waving
our caps, and throwing up our arms, and running in a frantic way; but
not the slightest notice would he take of us, not one instant would he
stop, but upon his course and purpose he kept right on, pushing after
the running bear, without appearing to give us even a single thought. We
could not doubt that he had seen us, we were so near to him.
"On went the bear, on after him went the dogs and sledge and man. More
impatient grew the dogs, louder called the man to his excited team, and
the Dean and I ran after, shouting still, as we had done in the
beginning. We came soon upon the sledge track, and followed it at our
greatest speed.
"At length the cries of the dogs grew indistinct, and then died away at
last entirely, and the man's voice was no longer heard; and that which
had come so suddenly soon became but a dark moving speck upon the great
white frozen sea, as it had first appeared; but after it we still
followed on.
"Then the moving speck faded out of sight, and everything around was
still and cold and solemn and desolate as before. Yet still we ran and
ran.
"I said as desolate as before. But O, it was a thousand times more
desolate now than ever,--as the night is darker for the lightning flash
that has died away, or a cloudy noon is colder for a single ray of
sunshine that has broken through the vapors.
"Yet on and on we ran and ran, until we could run no more.
"And then we laid us down upon the snow and wept, and bemoaned our hard,
hard fate; but no word was spoken. The disappointment was too great for
words; and, after a short rest in the chilly air upon the frozen sea, we
wandered slowly back to our poor hut; and after many weary hours we
reached it, not so much alive as dead,--for through miles and miles of
heavy snow we had run after the sledge, and through these same miles we
had trudged back again, with the cruel disappointment rankling in our
hearts, and with no hope to buoy us up.
"Strange--was it not?--that at no period of our life upon the desert
island were we so unhappy as we were that day,--never so utterly cast
down, never so broken-spirited, never looking on the future with such
hopelessness.
"And in this state of mind we crawled beneath our furs, feeling too
lonely and forsaken to have a thought to cook a meal, and so very, very
weary with the labor we had done, in running and wading through the
heavy snow, that we did not care for food; and in deep sleep we buried
up the heaviest sorrow that we had ever known,--the grievous sorrow of a
dead, dead hope,--the hope of rescue that had come and gone from us, as
the cloud-shadow flies across the summer field."