THE TERRIBLE SNOWSTORM--SOMETHING LIKE AN AQUARIUM--THE MAMMOTH CAVES
AND THEIR STARTLING TREASURES--THE JOURNEY POLEWARDS--COLLAPSE OF THE
BALLOON--"GOD SAVE THE QUEEN."
Four long months have passed away since poor old Magnus dropped dead on
the grave of his son. The sun has once more appeared above the horizon,
bringing joy to the hearts of the officers and crew of the _Arrandoon_.
Despite every effort to keep their spirits up, the past winter has been
a weary one. Had the stars always shone, had the glorious Aurora always
flickered above them, it might have been different; but shortly after
the cave was finished and furnished, divided into compartments, and made
comfortable with chairs and sofas, and carpets and skins, a terrible
storm came on them from the north-west. Never had our young heroes,
never had McBain himself, known such cold, or such fierce winds and
depth of snow. For three whole weeks did this Arctic storm rage, and
during this time it would have been certain death for any one to have
ventured ten yards from the mouth of the cavern.
But the wind fell at last, the clouds dispersed, and once more the
goodly stars shone forth, and the bright Aurora. Then they ventured to
creep out from their friendly shelter. The Arctic night seemed now as
bright as day; they could hardly believe that the sun was not hidden
behind some of those quartz-like clouds, that were still banked up on
the south-eastern horizon. But where was the ship? where was their
lordly _Arrandoon_? For a moment it seemed as if the ice had opened and
swallowed her up. They rubbed their wondering eyes and looked again.
Three silver streaks glimmering against the dark blue of the sky
represented her topmasts; all the rest of her was buried beneath the
snow.
And as far as they could see seaward it was all a waste of smooth
dazzling white, with here and there only the points and peaks of the
icebergs appearing above it.
As soon as the snow had sunk, which it soon did many feet, McBain had
got his crew ready to start for the mammoth mines. The weather had
continued fine, only there were whole weeks during which the wind blew
so cuttingly fierce that no work or walking either could be attempted.
The troglodytes--an expression of Rory's--were, therefore, a good deal
confined to their cave, and it was well for them then that they had
books to read and the wherewithal to amuse themselves in many other
ways. The following is a remark that Rory had made to Ralph and Allan
one day, after nearly three months of the winter had passed away.
"Which of you troglodytes is going with me to-morrow to see the sun
rise?"
"Not I, thanks," said Ralph. "Pass the ham, old man; that bit of
bear-steak was a treat."
"I'll go," said Allan.
"Hurrah!" cried Rory. "It is you that's the brave boy after all. We'll
have friend Seth, too, and the dogs. It's the first time they've been
out; it will do us all good."
This sledging-party had been a merry one, but they were obliged to leave
the dogs at the foot of the mountain, and climb, as best they could, to
the top, where, sure enough, they were soon rewarded by a glimpse, just
one thrilling glimpse, of the king of day. They could not refrain from
shouting aloud with joy. They shouted and cheered, and though,
well-nigh three miles from the cave, the troglodytes there heard it, so
intense was the silence, and gave them back shout for shout and cheer
for cheer.
They had seen something, though, from the hill-top that had very much
astonished them. In the centre of this curious island, and entirely
surrounded by mountains, was a lake of open water, as black as ink it
looked in contrast with the snow-clad braeland around it, and right in
the centre thereof played an enormous geyser, or natural fountain. It
was evidently of volcanic origin.
The days got longer and longer, and in five months from the time they
had entered the cave day and night were about equal.
But I must not omit telling you of the strange experiment that had
suggested itself to McBain while gazing upwards at the birds--lured from
afar--circling round the electric light. It was nothing more nor less
than that of paying a visit, by means of a diving-bell and the electric
light, to the denizens of the deep--the creatures that lived in the
ocean under the ice.
Everything was got ready under the supervision of the aeronaut, ably
assisted by the carpenter and crew and little Ap. The bell itself was
an immense one, and most carefully constructed to float or sink at will.
Inside it was quite as comfortable as the room in the lift of some of
our large hotels.
Ralph seldom went far out of his way in search of adventure, but this
new and wonderful experiment seemed to possess an irresistible charm
even for him.
As for Rory, he was, as Sandy McFlail said, "half daft" over the idea.
McBain was most careful in seeing that everything was in working order;
and the bell was sunk and re-sunk empty a dozen times in the water
before he would allow any one to venture down in it. The snow had been
previously cleared away all from and around the ship, and an immense
ice-hole made for the purpose of conducting the experiment.
When all seemed safe, and it was found that the bell, sunk to a depth of
forty feet, was acted on by no current, but rose straight to the surface
of the ice-hole when wanted, then the captain himself and De Vere
ventured down. They remained beneath for fully twenty minutes--and
anxious minutes they were to those on the surface; then the signal to
hoist was given, and presently up bobbed the bell, and was raised to the
level by the derrick, when out stepped De Vere and McBain.
"Smiling all over, sure!" said Rory, "and looking as clean and sweet and
pretty as if they'd just popped out of a band-box."
The diving-bell was called "the band-box" after this.
But it was after dark that the real experiment was to take place.
"Troth!" said Rory at dinner that day, "will you fellows never have done
eating? It's myself that is longing to get away down to the bottom of
the sea."
The four of them entered the band-box--Allan, Ralph, the doctor, and
Rory; then they were slowly lowered down--down--down amid a darkness
that could be felt. But presently a green glimmer of light shone in
through the strong window of the bell; they could see each other's
faces. The light got stronger and stronger as the electric ball came
nearer and nearer, till at last it stopped stationary about twelve yards
from their window, making the sea all round, beneath, and above it as
bright as noon.
"Yonder is the stage, boys," cried Rory; "but where are the performers?"
They had not long to wait for these. Fish, first of the smaller kinds,
came sailing round the light; presently these fled in all directions,
and a monster shark took up the room. He soon had company, for dozens
of others came floating around, and not sharks only, but creatures of
more hideous forms than anything even Rory could have imagined in his
wildest dreams.
"Oh!" cried the young poet, "if Gustave Dore were only here to see this
terrible sight!"
"It beats," said Sandy, "the Brighton Aquarium all to pieces. Oh?" he
screamed, shrinking into a corner of the band-box, as a huge
hammer-headed shark sidled up to the window, crooked his awful eyes, and
stared in. "Oh, Rory, man, signal quick! I want to get up out o' here.
No more divin'-bells for me, lad."
For nearly six weeks it became the regular custom to visit this
submarine vivarium every night after dinner.
"It was just as good," Ralph and Allan said, "as going to a show."
"And a deal better," added Rory. Even the mates and the crew begged for
a peep at the wonders displayed in the depths of the illuminated sea.
"Well," said Ted Wilson, when he ascended after his first view, "I'm a
sadder and a wiser man, and I'll dream of what I've seen this night as
long as ever I live."
They found the mouth of the mammoth cave, near which lay all that was
mortal of poor old Magnus and his son, after days and days of digging;
but when at long last they succeeded in forcing an entrance, one glance
around them proved that they had indeed fallen upon riches and wealth
untold. Those vast tusks and teeth of the mighty monsters of an age
long past and gone were of the purest ivory, more white and hard than
any they had ever seen before.
"Why, sure," said Rory, "the cave of Aladdin was nothing to this!"
"The next thing, gentlemen," said the captain, "is to transport our
treasure to the good ship _Arrandoon_. Seth, old friend, your dogs will
be wanted now in good earnest."
"I reckon," replied Seth, "they're all ready, sir, and just mad enough
to eat each other's collars, 'cause they don't get anything to do."
What a change it was to have sunshine and a comparative degree of warmth
again. Rough and toilsome enough was the road between the ship and the
mammoth cave, but the snow was crisp and hard. The dogs were wild with
delight, and so were our heroes, and so hard did everybody work all day
that no one thought any more about the diving-bell and the denizens of
the deep. After dinner they needed rest. Rory took his boat, or canoe,
with him once or twice, and, all alone, he embarked on the volcanic lake
and paddled round the geyser.
In three weeks from the day they had found the entrance to the cave they
had transported all the ivory to the _Arrandoon_. They were now what
Silas would have called a "bumper ship." If they should succeed in
regaining their own country, Rory would be able to live all his days in
peace and comfort, independent of the whims of his Irish tenantry, and
Allan--ah, yes, poor Allan!--began to dream of home now. Already, in
imagination, he saw Glentruim a fair and smiling valley, every acre of
it tilled, comfortable cottages sending their blue smoke heavenwards
from the green birchen woods, a new and beautiful church, and the castle
restored, himself once more resuming his rights of chief of his clan,
and his dear mother and sister honoured and respected by all.
"I'll roast an ox whole, boys!" he cried, one evening, jumping up from
the sofa in the snuggery, where he had been lying thinking and dreaming
of the future. "A whole ox; nothing less!"
Rory and Ralph burst out laughing.
"A vera judeecious arrangement!" cried Sandy. "But where will ye get
the ox? I'm getting tired o' bear-beef, and wouldn't mind a slice out
of a juicy stot's rump."
"Oh, dear!" said Allan, smiling; "I forgot you hadn't been following the
train of my thoughts. I was back again in Arrandoon."
"Hurrah!" cried Rory. "Gather round the fire, boys; sit in, captain;
sit in, Sandy; let us talk about home and what we all will do when we
get there."
Little, little did they know then the hardships that were in store for
them.
Summer had fairly set in, but as yet there were not the slightest signs
of the ice breaking up. Several balloon flights were made, the aeronaut
always making most careful calculations for days before starting, and
generally succeeding in catching a favourable time.
Then the principal adventure of the whole cruise was undertaken--a great
sledging journey towards the Pole itself.
The sledges, specially prepared for the purpose, were got out and
carefully loaded with everything that would be found necessary.
For a time the _Arrandoon_ was to be left with but a few hands, or
"ship-keepers," as they are called, on her.
The great snowstorm of the previous winter McBain judged, and rightly
too, would be in favour of the expedition; it smoothed the roughness of
the ice, and made sledging even pleasurable. De Vere had two sledges,
devoted to carrying his balloon and the means wherewith to inflate it.
Ted Wilson was left in charge of the ship, with little Ap, the cook, and
carpenter's crew, to say nothing of little Freezing Powders and Cockie.
"If you do find the North Pole," cried Ted Wilson, as a parting
salutation to one of his companions, "do fair Johnick, Bill, fair
Johnick--bring us a bit."
I have to tell of no terrible hardships or sufferings experienced by our
heroes during this memorable sledge journey. They accomplished on an
average about twelve miles a day, or seventy miles a week, and they
invariably rested on the Sabbath, merely taking exercise on that day to
keep up the warmth of their bodies.
They suffered but little from the cold, but it must be remembered that
by this time they had become thoroughly inured to the rigours of the
Arctic regions. It was easy to keep warm trudging along over the snow,
and helping to drag the sledge by day.
The dogs they found were a great acquisition. Under the wise and
judicious management of Trapper Seth they were most tractable, and their
strength seemed something marvellous. They were fat and sleek, and
comfortable-looking, too, and had entirely lost the gaunt, hungry,
wolfish appearance they presented when Captain Cobb first sent them on
board. Well did they work for, and richly did they deserve, the four
Spratts' biscuits given to each of them daily; that, followed by a
mouthful of snow, was all they cared for and all they needed to make
them the happiest of the happy.
A short halt was made for luncheon every noon, and at six o'clock they
stopped for the night, and dinner was cooked. This was Seth's duty,
and, considering the limited means at his command, he succeeded
wonderfully. The tent was erected over a large pit in the snow, the
sledges being drawn up to protect it against the prevailing wind. But
of this there was but little.
After dinner they gathered around a great spirit-lamp stove, wrapped in
skins and blankets, and generally talked themselves to sleep. But Seth
always slept with the dogs.
"I like to curl up," he explained, "with the animiles. They keeps me
warm, they do; and, gentlemen, Seth's bones ain't quite so young as they
used to be."
For weeks our heroes journeyed on towards the Pole, but they came to the
end of what McBain called the snowfields at last, and all farther
progress by sledge was practically at an end. Before them stretched
away to the utmost limits of the horizon The Sea of Ancient Ice, a chaos
of boulders, over which it would take a week at least to drag the
sledges even a distance of ten miles, Now came the balloon to the
rescue, but who were to go in it? Its car would, big as it was, contain
but four. The four were finally selected; they were McBain, the
aeronaut himself, Allan, and Rory.
Upwards mounted the great balloon, upwards but sailing southwards; yet
well had De Vere counted his chances. Ballast was thrown out, and they
rose into the air with inconceivable rapidity, and McBain soon perceived
that the direction had now changed, and that the balloon was going
rapidly northwards.
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To those left behind on the snowfields the time dragged on very slowly
indeed, and when four-and-twenty hours had gone by, and still there was
no sign of the return of the aeronauts, Ralph's anxiety knew no bounds.
He seemed to spend most of his time on the top of a large iceberg,
gazing northwards and skywards in hopes of catching a glimpse of the
balloon. But all in vain, and so passed six-and-thirty hours, and so
passed forty-eight and fifty. Something must have happened. Grief
began to weigh like lead on poor Ralph's heart. A hundred times in an
hour he reproached himself for not having gone in the balloon instead of
Rory. He was strong, Rory was not, and if anything had happened to his
more than brother, he felt he could never forget it and never forgive
himself. Despair was slowly taking the place of grief; he was walking
up and down rapidly on the snow, for he could not rest,--he had taken
neither food nor sleep since the balloon departed,--when there was a
shout from the man on the outlook.
"Something black on the northern horizon, sir, but no signs of the
balloon."
"Hurrah?" cried Ralph. "Now, men, to the rescue. Let us go and meet
them, and help them over this sea of boulders."
In three hours more McBain and party were back in camp, safe and sound,
terribly tired, but able to tell all their story.
"We've planted the dear old flag as far north as we could get," said
McBain, "and left it there."
"Ay," said Rory, "and kissed and blessed it a hundred times over."
"And but for the accident to the balloon, which we were obliged to
abandon, we would have been back long ere now."
"But we have not seen de open sea around de Pole," said De Vere.
"No," said McBain; "there is no such sea; that is all a myth; only the
sea of ancient ice, and land, with tall, cone-shaped mountains on it,
evidently the remains of extinct volcanoes. Oh! it was a dreary, dreary
scene. No signs of life, never a bird or bear, and a silence like the
silence of death."
"It was on one of those hills," added Rory, "we planted the flag--`the
flag that braved a thousand years the battle and the breeze.' It was a
glorious moment, dear Ralph, when we saw that bit of bunting unfurled.
How Allan and myself wished you'd been with us. It was so funny, too,
because, you see, there was no north, no east, and no west; everything
was south of us. The whole world lay down beneath us, as it were, all
to the south'ard, and we could walk round the world, so to speak, a
dozen times in a minute."
"Yes, it is curious," replied Ralph, musing in silence for a moment.
Then he stretched out his hand and grasped Rory's. He did not speak.
There was no need, Rory knew well what he meant.
"Now, boys and men," cried the captain, "we have to return thanks to Him
who has safely guided us through all perils into these distant regions,
and pray that He may permit us to return in safety to our native land.
Let us pray."
A more heartfelt prayer than that of those hardy sailors probably never
ascended on high. Afterwards a psalm was sung, to a beautiful old
melody, and this closed the service; but next morning, ere they started
to return to the _Arrandoon_, another spar was erected on the top of the
biggest and highest iceberg. On this the English colours were _nailed_,
and around it the crew assembled, and cheer after cheer rent the air,
and, as Sandy McFlail afterwards observed, hats and bonnets were pitched
on high, till they positively darkened the air, like a flock o' craws.
Then "Give us a good bass and tenor, boys," cried Rory, and he burst
into the grand old National Anthem,--
"God save our Gracious Queen,
Long may Victoria reign,
God save the Queen."