FRED AND THE DOCTOR GO ON AN EXCURSION, IN WHICH, AMONG OTHER STRANGE
THINGS, THEY MEET WITH RED SNOW AND A WHITE BEAR, AND FRED MAKES HIS
FIRST ESSAY AS A SPORTSMAN.
But where were Fred Ellice and Tom Singleton all this time? the reader
will probably ask.
Long before the game at football was suggested, they had obtained leave
of absence from the captain, and, loaded with game-bags, a botanical
box, and geological hammer, and a musket, were off along the coast on a
semi-scientific cruise. Young Singleton carried the botanical box and
hammer, being an enthusiastic geologist and botanist, while Fred carried
the game-bag and musket.
"You see, Tom," he said, as they stumbled along over the loose ice
towards the ice-belt that lined the cliffs,--"you see, I'm a great dab
at ornithology, especially when I've got a gun on my shoulder. When I
haven't a gun, strange to say, I don't feel half so enthusiastic about
birds!"
"That's a very peculiar style of regarding the science. Don't you think
it would be worth while communicating your views on the subject to one
of the scientific bodies when we get home again? They might elect you a
member, Fred."
"Well, perhaps I shall," replied Fred gravely; "but I say, to be
serious, I'm really going to screw up my energies as much as possible,
and make coloured drawings of all the birds I can get hold of in the
Arctic regions. At least I would like to try."
Fred finished his remark with a sigh, for just then the object for which
he had gone out to those regions occurred to him, and although the
natural buoyancy and hopefulness of his feelings enabled him generally
to throw off anxiety in regard to his father's fate, and join in the
laugh, and jest, and game as heartily as anyone on board, there were
times when his heart failed him, and he almost despaired of ever seeing
his father again; and these feelings of despondency had been more
frequent, since the day on which he witnessed the sudden and utter
destruction of the strange brig.
"Don't let your spirits down, Fred," said Tom, whose hopeful and earnest
disposition often reanimated his friend's drooping spirits. "It will
only unfit you for doing any good service; besides, I think we have no
cause yet to despair. We know that your father came up this inlet, or
strait, or whatever it is, and that he had a good stock of provisions
with him, according to the account we got at Uppernavik, and it is not
more than a year since he was there. Many and many a whaler and
discovery ship has wintered more than a year in these regions. And
then, consider the immense amount of animal life all around us. They
might have laid up provisions for many months long before winter set
in."
"I know all that," replied Fred, with a shake of his head; "but think of
yon brig that we saw go down in about ten minutes."
"Well, so I do think of it. No doubt the brig was lost very suddenly,
but there was ample time, had there been anyone on board, to have leaped
upon the ice, and they might have got to land by jumping from one piece
to another. Such things have happened before, frequently. To say
truth, at every point of land we turn, I feel a sort of expectation,
amounting almost to certainty, that we shall find your father and his
party travelling southward on their way to the Danish settlements."
"Perhaps you are right. God grant that it may be so!"
As he spoke they reached the fixed ice which ran along the foot of the
precipices for some distance, like a road of hard white marble. Many
large rocks lay scattered over it, some of them several tons in weight,
and one or two balanced in a very remarkable way on the edge of the
cliffs.
"There's a curious-looking gull I should like to shoot," exclaimed Fred,
pointing to a bird that hovered over his head, and throwing forward the
muzzle of his gun.
"Fire away, then," said his friend, stepping back a pace.
Fred, being unaccustomed to the use of firearms, took a wavering aim and
fired.
"What a bother! I've missed it!"
"Try again," remarked Tom with a quiet smile, as the whole cliff vomited
forth an innumerable host of birds, whose cries were perfectly
deafening.
"It's my opinion," said Fred with a comical grin, "that if I shut my
eyes and point upwards I can't help hitting something; but I
particularly want yon fellow, because he's beautifully marked. Ah! I
see him sitting on a rock yonder, so here goes once more."
Fred now proceeded towards the coveted bird in the fashion that is known
by the name of _stalking_--that is, creeping as close up to your game as
possible, so as to get a good shot; and it said much for his patience
and his future success, the careful manner in which, on this occasion,
he wound himself in and out among the rocks and blocks of ice on the
shore in the hope of obtaining that sea-gull. At last he succeeded in
getting to within about fifteen yards of it, and then, resting his
musket on a lump of ice, and taking an aim so long and steadily that his
companion began to fancy he must have gone to sleep, he fired, and blew
the gull to atoms! There was scarcely so much as a shred of it to be
found.
Fred bore his disappointment and discomfiture manfully. He formed a
resolution then and there to become a good shot, and although he did not
succeed exactly in becoming so that day, he nevertheless managed to put
several fine specimens of gulls and an auk into his bag. The last bird
amused him much, being a creature with a dumpy little body and a beak of
preposterously large size and comical aspect. There were also a great
number of eider ducks flying about but they failed to procure a
specimen.
Singleton was equally successful in his scientific researches. He found
several beautifully green mosses, one species of which was studded with
pale-yellow flowers, and, in one place, where a stream trickled down the
steep sides of the cliffs, he discovered a flower-growth which was rich
in variety of colouring. Amid several kinds of tufted grasses were seen
growing a small purple flower and the white star of the chickweed. The
sight of all this richness of vegetation growing in a little spot close
beside the snow, and amid such cold Arctic scenery, would have delighted
a much less enthusiastic spirit than that of our young surgeon. He went
quite into raptures with it and stuffed his botanical box with mosses
and rocks until it could hold no more, and became a burden that cost him
a few sighs before he got back to the ship.
The rocks were found to consist chiefly of red sandstone. There was
also a good deal of greenstone and gneiss, and some of the spires of
these that shot up to a considerable height were particularly striking
and picturesque objects.
But the great sight of the day's excursion was that which unexpectedly
greeted their eyes on rounding a cape towards which they had been
walking for several hours. On passing this point they stopped with an
exclamation of amazement. Before them lay a scene such as the Arctic
regions alone can produce.
In front lay a vast reach of the strait, which at this place opened up
abruptly and stretched away northward laden with floes, and fields, and
hummocks, and bergs of every shade and size, to the horizon, where the
appearance of the sky indicated open water. Ponds of various sizes, and
sheets of water whose dimensions entitled them to be styled lakes,
spangled the white surface of the floes, and around these were sporting
innumerable flocks of wild fowl, many of which, being pure white,
glanced like snow-flakes in the sunshine. Far off to the west the ice
came down with heavy uniformity to the water's edge. On the right there
was an array of cliffs whose frowning grandeur filled them with awe.
They varied from twelve to fifteen hundred feet in height, and some of
the precipices descended sheer down seven or eight hundred feet into the
sea, over which they cast a dark shadow.
Just at the feet of our young discoverers, for such we may truly call
them, a deep bay or valley trended away to the right, a large portion of
which was filled with the spur of a glacier, whose surface was covered
with _pink snow_! One can imagine with what feelings the two youths
gazed on this beautiful sight. It seemed as if that valley, instead of
forming a portion of the sterile region beyond the Arctic Circle, were
one of the sunniest regions of the south, for a warm glow rested on the
bosom of the snow, as if the sun were shedding upon it his rosiest hues.
A little farther to the north the red snow ceased, or only occurred
here and there in patches, and beyond it there appeared another gorge in
the cliffs within which rose a tall column of rock, so straight and
cylindrical that it seemed to be a production of art. The whole of the
back country was one great rolling distance of glacier, and, wherever a
crevice or gorge in the riven cliffs afforded an opportunity, this ocean
of land-ice sent down spurs into the sea, the extremities of which were
constantly shedding off huge bergs into the water.
"What a scene!" exclaimed Tom Singleton, when he found words to express
his admiration. "I did not think that our world contained so grand a
sight. It surpasses my wildest dreams of fairy-land."
"Fairy-land!" ejaculated Fred, with a slight look of contempt; "do you
know, since I came to this part of the world I've come to the conclusion
that fairy tales are all stuff, and very inferior stuff too! Why, this
reality is a thousand million times grander than anything that was ever
invented. But what surprises me most is the red snow. What can be the
cause of it?"
"I don't know," replied Singleton; "it has long been a matter of dispute
among learned men; but we must examine it for ourselves, so come along."
The remarkable colour of the snow referred to, although a matter of
dispute at the period of the _Dolphin's_ visit to the Arctic Seas, is
generally admitted now to be the result of a curious and extremely
minute vegetable growth, which spreads not only over its surface, but
penetrates into it sometimes to a depth of several feet. The earlier
navigators who discovered it, and first told the astonished world that
the substance which they had been accustomed to associate with the idea
of the purest and most radiant whiteness had been seen by them lying
_red_ upon the ground, attributed the phenomenon to innumerable
multitudes of minute creatures belonging to the order _Radiata_, but the
discovery of red snow among the central Alps of Europe, and in the
Pyrenees, and on the mountains of Norway, where _marine_ animalcules
could not exist, effectually overturned this idea. The colouring matter
has now been ascertained to result from plants belonging to the order
called _Algae_, which have a remarkable degree of vitality, and possess
the power, to an amazing extent, of growing and spreading with rapidity
even over such an ungenial soil as the Arctic snow.
While Singleton was examining the red snow, and vainly endeavouring to
ascertain the nature of the minute specks of matter, by which it was
coloured, Fred continued to gaze with a look of increasing earnestness
towards the tall column, around which a bank of fog was spreading, and
partially concealing it from view. At length he attracted the attention
of his companion towards it.
"I say, I'm half inclined to believe that yon is no work of nature, but
a monument set up to attract the attention of ships. Don't you think
so?"
Singleton regarded the object in question for some time. "I don't think
so, Fred; it is larger than you suppose, for the fog-bank deceives us;
but let us go and see--it cannot be far off."
As they drew near to the tall rock, Fred's hopes began to fade, and soon
were utterly quenched by the fog clearing away and showing that the
column was indeed of nature's own constructing. It was a single,
solitary shaft of green limestone, which stood on the brink of a deep
ravine, and was marked by the slaty limestone that once encased it. The
length of the column was apparently about five hundred feet, and the
pedestal of sandstone on which it stood was itself upwards of two
hundred feet high.
This magnificent column seemed the flag-staff of a gigantic crystal
fortress, which was suddenly revealing by the clearing away of the
fog-bank to the north. It was the face of the great glacier of the
interior, which here presented an unbroken perpendicular front--a sweep
of solid glassy wall, which rose three hundred feet above the
water-level, with an unknown depth below it. The sun glittered on the
crags, and peaks, and battlements of this ice fortress as if the
mysterious inhabitants of the far north had lit up their fires, and
planted their artillery to resist further invasion.
The effect upon the minds of the two youths, who were probably the first
to gaze upon those wondrous visions of the icy regions, was tremendous.
For a long time neither of them could utter a word, and it would be idle
to attempt to transcribe the language, in which, at length, their
excited feelings sought to escape. It was not until their backs had
been for some time turned on the scene, and the cape near the valley of
red snow had completely shut it out from view, that they could
condescend to converse again in their ordinary tones on ordinary
subjects.
As they hastened back over the ice-belt at the foot of the cliffs, a
loud boom rang out in the distance, and rolled in solemn echoes along
the shore.
"There goes a gun," exclaimed Tom Singleton, hastily pulling out his
watch. "Hallo! do you know what time it is?"
"Pretty late, I suppose; it was afternoon, I know, when we started, and
we must have been out a good while now. What time is it?"
"Just two o'clock in the morning!"
"What! do you mean to say it was _yesterday_ when we started, and that
we've been walking all night, and got into _to-morrow morning_ without
knowing it?"
"Even so, Fred. We have overshot our time, and the captain is
signalling us to make haste. He said that he would not fire unless
there seemed some prospect of the ice moving, so we had better run,
unless we wish to be left behind; come along."
They had not proceeded more than half a mile when a Polar bear walked
leisurely out from behind a lump of ice, where it had been regaling
itself on a dead seal, and sauntered slowly out towards the icebergs
seaward, not a hundred yards in advance of them.
"Hallo! look there! what a monster!" shouted Fred, as he cocked his
musket and sprang forward. "What'll you do, Tom, you've no gun?"
"Never mind, I'll do what I can with the hammer. Only make sure you
don't miss. Don't fire till you are quite close to him."
They were running after the bear at top speed while they thus conversed
in hasty and broken sentences, when suddenly they came to a yawning
crack in the ice, about thirty feet wide, and a mile long on either
hand, with the rising tide boiling at the bottom of it. Bruin's
pursuers came to an abrupt halt.
"Now, isn't that disgusting!"
Probably it was, and the expression of chagrin on Fred's countenance as
he said so evidently showed that he meant it, but there is no doubt that
this interruption to their hunt was extremely fortunate; for to attack a
polar bear with a musket charged only with small shot, and a geological
hammer, would have been about as safe and successful an operation as
trying to stop a locomotive with one's hand. Neither of them had yet
had experience of the enormous strength of this white monarch of the
frozen regions and his tenacity of life, although both were reckless
enough to rush at him with any arms they chanced to have.
"Give him a long shot quick!" cried Singleton.
Fred fired instantly, and the bear stopped, and looked round, as much as
to say: "Did you speak, gentlemen?" Then, not receiving a reply, he
walked away with dignified indifference, and disappeared among the
ice-hummocks.
An hour afterwards the two wanderers were seated at a comfortable
breakfast in the cabin of the _Dolphin_, relating their adventures to
the captain and mates, and, although unwittingly, to Mivins, who
generally managed so to place himself, while engaged in the mysterious
operations of his little pantry, that most of the cabin-talk reached his
ear, and travelled thence through his mouth to the forecastle. The
captain was fully aware of this fact, but he winked at it, for there was
nothing but friendly feeling on board the ship, and no secrets. When,
however, matters of serious import had to be discussed, the cabin door
was closed, and Mivins turned to expend himself on Davie Summers, who,
in the capacity of a listener, was absolutely necessary to the
comfortable existence of the worthy steward.
Having exhausted their appetites and their information, Fred and Tom
were told that, during their absence, a bear and two seals had been shot
by Meetuck, the Esquimaux interpreter, whom they had taken on board at
Uppernavik; and they were further informed that the ice was in motion to
the westward, and that there was every probability of their being
released by the falling tide. Having duly and silently weighed these
facts for a few minutes, they simultaneously, and as if by a common
impulse, yawned and retired to bed.