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<h1>NORTH-POLE VOYAGES</h1>
<span class='author'>BY REV. Z. A. MUDGE,</span><br/>
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<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>NORTHWARD.</div>
<div class='cap'>THE readers who have been with us before
into the arctic regions will recollect the good
American brig Advance, and her wonderful drift
during live months, in 1851, from the upper waters
of the Wellington Channel, until she was dropped
in the Atlantic Ocean by the ice-field which inclosed
her. Dr. Kane, then her surgeon, took
command of this same vessel, in 1853, for another
search for the lost Franklin. We have seen that
the place of Franklin's disasters and death was
found while Kane was away on this voyage, so the
interest of the present story will not connect with
that great commander, except in the noble purposes
of its heroes.</div>
<p>The Advance left New York on the thirtieth
of May, having on board, all counted, eighteen men.
Kind hearts and generous purses had secured for
her a fair outfit in provisions for the comfort of
the adventurers, in facilities for fighting the ice
and cold, and in the means of securing desired
scientific results. Of the thousands who waved<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
them a kind adieu from the shore many said sadly,
"They will never return."</p>
<p>We shall make the acquaintance of the officers
and men as we voyage with them, and a very
agreeable acquaintance we are sure it will be.
The rules by which all agreed to be governed
were these and no others: "Absolute obedience
to the officer in command; no profane swearing;
no liquor drunk except by special order."</p>
<p>The voyagers touched at St. John's, and among
other kindnesses shown them was the gift by the
governor of a noble team of nine Newfoundland
dogs.</p>
<p>At Fiskernaes, the first Greenland port which
they entered, they added to their company Hans
Christian, an Esquimo hunter, nineteen years of
age. Hans was expert with the Esquimo spear
and kayak. He will appear often in our story,
and act a conspicuous part; he at once, however,
prepossesses us in his favor by stipulating with
Dr. Kane to leave two barrels of bread and fifty
pounds of pork with his mother in addition to the
wages he is to receive. The doctor made his cup
of joy overflow by adding to these gifts to his
mother the present for himself of a rifle and new
kayak.</p>
<p>The expedition next touched at Lichtenfels.
Dr. Kane obtained here a valuable addition to his
outfit of fur clothing. Stopping at Proven, a supply
of Esquimo dogs was completed; lying to
briefly at Upernavik, the most northern port of
civilization, their equipment in furs, ice-tools, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span>
other necessary articles known to arctic voyagers,
was rendered still more complete. At this last
port the services of Carl Petersen were engaged
for the expedition. We have met this intelligent,
heroic Dane among our "Arctic Heroes." He
will for a long time appear in the shifting scenes
of our story.</p>
<p>On the twenty-seventh of July the "Advance"
drew near to Melville Bay. The reader who has
accompanied the earlier arctic explorers into this
region will remember their terrific experience in
this bay. Every arctic enemy of the navigator
lurks there. Their attacks are made singly and in
solid combinations. At one time they steal upon
their victim like a Bengal tiger; at other times
they rush upon him with a shout and yell, like a
band of our own savages. Giant icebergs; fierce
storms; cruel nips; silent, unseen, irresistible currents;
with ever-changing, treacherous "packs"
and "floes," and the all-pervading, relentless cold,
are some of these enemies. A favorite movement
of these forces is to so adjust themselves as to
promise the advancing explorer or whaler a speedy
and complete success; then, suddenly changing
front, to crush and sink him at once, or to bind
him in icy fetters, a helpless, writhing victim, for
days, weeks, or months, and finally, perhaps, to
bury both ship and men in the dark, deep waters
of the bay.</p>
<p>The "Advance" was at this time treated by
these guardians of the approach to the North Pole
with exceptional courtesy. We suspect that they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span>
secretly purposed to follow them into more northern
regions, and there to attack them at even greater
advantage. This they certainly did.</p>
<p>But just to show them what it could and was
minded to do, the evil spirit of the bay invited
them at one time to escape impending danger by
fastening to a huge berg. This they did, after
eight hours of warping, heaving, and planting ice-anchors,
a labor of prostrating exhaustion. Hardly
had they begun to enjoy the invited hospitality
of the berg, when it began to shower upon them,
like big drops from a summer cloud, pieces of ice
the size of a walnut, accompanied by a crackling,
threatening noise from above. A gale from out of
its hiding-place on shore came sweeping upon
them at the same time, driving before it its icy
supporter. Mischief was evidently intended.
The "Advance" retreated from the berg with all
possible haste, and had barely gone beyond its
reach when it launched after it its whole broadside,
which came crashing into the water with a roar
like a whole park of artillery. Could any thing
be rougher? But then it was true to its icebergy
character.</p>
<p>The "Advance" was not injured, but the ice
held as a trophy more than two thousand feet
of good whale line, which had to be cut in the
retreat.</p>
<p>These bergs, though thus harsh and treacherous
as a rule, <i>can</i> do a generous thing. May be, like
some people, they are all the more dangerous on
account of exceptional generosity. The loose ice,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span>
soon after this incident, was drifting south, and
would have borne the navigators with it back from
whence they had come, perhaps for hundreds of
miles. But a majestic berg came along whose
sunken base took hold of the deep water current,
and so, impelled by this current, it sailed grandly
northward, sweeping a wide path through the rotten
floes. It condescendingly offered to do tugboat
service for the "Advance," and invited its
captain to throw aboard an ice-anchor. We wonder
he dared to trust it, but he did, and, grappling
its crystal sides, made good headway for awhile
until other means of favorable voyaging were presented.</p>
<p>Soon after the explorers parted from this bergy
friend the midnight sun came out over its northern
crest, kindling on every part of its surface fires
of varied colors, and scattering over the ice all
around blazing carbuncles, sparkling rubies, and
molten gold.</p>
<p>August fifth the "Advance," fairly clearing the
hated Melville Bay, sailed along the western coast
of the "North Water" of Baffin Bay. At Northumberland
Island, at the mouth of Whale Sound,
their eyes were again delighted by an exhibition
of beautiful colors, delicately tinted, but this time
not made by a gorgeous sunrise over a gigantic
iceberg. The snow of the island and its vicinity
bore, over vast areas, a reddish hue, and great
patches of beautiful green mosses broke its monotony,
while here and there the protruding sandstone
threw in a rich shading of brown. So God paints<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span>
the dreariest lands in colors of great beauty, and
scatters over them profusely at times the richest
sunlit gems.</p>
<p>On the sixth of August they passed the frowning
headland of Smith's Sound, known as Cape Alexander.
It stands like the charred trunk and limbs
of some mighty oak, at the entrance of an unexplored,
gloomy forest, seen in the murky darkness.
Cape Alexander seemed a mighty sentinel
of evil purpose, toward all who dared pass to the
mysterious regions beyond. It inspired the sailors
with superstitious fear, and admonished their officers
that eternal vigilance must be the price of
safety in the waters beyond.</p>
<p>Arriving at Littleton Island, our explorers built
a monument of stones as a conspicuous object from
the sea, surmounted by the stripes and stars, put
under it a record of their voyage thus far, and, two
miles north and east, upon the mainland, deposited
a metallic life-boat, with provisions and various
stores. These were for a resort in case of accident
in their further progress.</p>
<p>While making this deposit they discovered the
remains of Esquimo huts, and graves of some of
their former occupants. The dead had been buried
in a sitting posture, their knees drawn close to
their bodies; the few simple implements belonging
to the deceased were buried with them. In one
grave was a child's toy spear. So even the rude
Esquimo child has its toys, and, no doubt, the
mother looks upon its trinkets, as she lays them beside
its dead body, with tearful interest.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Soon after making these deposits in the life-boat,
the "Advance," while making a vigorous struggle
with the broken ice, was borne into a land-locked
inlet, which Dr. Kane called Refuge Harbor. It
was rather a cosy place for an arctic shore, and in
it the explorers waited for the movement of the
ice.</p>
<p>While here they were much annoyed by their
dogs, fifty in number. Two bears had been shot,
which were the only game which had been taken
for them. They were now on short allowance, and
were as ravenous as wolves. They gulped down almost
any thing which could go down their throats,
even devouring at one time a part of a feather-bed.
Dr. Kane's specimens of natural history fared hard
at their jaws. He happened once to set down in
their way two nests of large sea-fowl. They were
filled with feathers, filth, moss and pebbles—a full
peck, but the dogs made a rush for them and gobbled
down the whole. There were plenty of
wolves not far from the brig, on which they delighted
to feed. But the hunters had no luck in trying
to take them. Rifle balls glanced from their thick
hides as if they had been peas from a toy gun.
They needed the Esquimo harpoon and the Esquimo
skill. But fortunately a dead narwhal, or
sea-unicorn, was found. Under its soothing influence,
when fed out to them, the dogs became more
quiet.</p>
<p>After remaining a few days at Refuge Harbor,
a desperate push was made to get the vessel farther
north and east. For twelve days they manfully<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span>
battled with the ice, and made forty miles.
This brought them to the bottom of a broad shallow
bay, which they named Force Bay. Here they
fastened the brig to a shelving, rocky ledge near
the shore.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span></p>
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