<h2>CHAPTER XLII.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THE LAST OF THE "POLARIS."</div>
<div class='cap'>THOSE left on board of the "Polaris" were
oppressed with fears both for themselves and
those on the floe. The leak in the ship was serious,
and the water was gaining in the hold, and
threatened to reach and put out the fires, and thus
render the engine useless. Besides, the deck
pumps were frozen up, and only two lower ones
could be used. But "just before it was too late,"
hot water was procured from the boiler and poured
in buckets-full into the deck-pumps, and they were
thawed out. The men then worked at the pumps
with an energy inspired by imminent danger of
death. They had already been desperately at
work for six unbroken hours, and ere long the
fight for life was on the verge of failure. Just then
came to the fainting men the shout "steam's up,"
and tireless steam came to the rescue of weary
muscles.</div>
<p>As the dim light of the morning of October
sixteenth dawned on the anxious watchers, they
saw that they had been forced by the violent wind
out of Baffin Bay into Smith Sound.</p>
<p>Not until now, since the hour of separation, had
they counted their divided company. The assistant
navigator, the meteorologist, all the Esquimo,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</SPAN></span>
and six seamen were missing; part of the dogs
had also gone with the floe party. Fourteen men
remained, including the commander and the mate,
the surgeon, and the chaplain.</p>
<p>Men were sent to the mast-head to look for the
missing ones, but the most careful gaze with the
best glass failed to discern them. Hope of their
safety was inspired by the fact that they had all
the boats, even to the little scow; yet it was not
certainly known that the boats had not been sunk
or drifted off in the darkness, and thus lost to
them. So all was tantalizing uncertainty.</p>
<p>An examination revealed the encouraging fact
that a good supply of fuel and provisions remained
on board. A breeze sprung up at noon by whose
aid the "Polaris" was run eastward, through a
fortunate lead, as near to the land as possible.
Here lines were carried out on the floe and made
fast to the hummocks, all the anchors having been
lost. She lay near the shore, and grounded at low
water. An examination showed that the vessel
was so battered and leaky, that surprise was excited
that she had not gone down before reaching
the shore. It was decided at once that she could
not be made to float longer. The steam-pumps
were stopped, the water filled her hold, and decided
her fate.</p>
<p>The sheltered place into which the "Polaris"
had by Divine guidance entered was Life-Boat
Cove, only a little north of Etah Bay, every mile
of which we have surveyed in former visits. The
famous city of Etah with its two huts was not far<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</SPAN></span>
away, but out of it and its vicinity had come timely
blessings to other winter-bound explorers.</p>
<p>Our party at once commenced to carry ashore
the provisions, clothing, ammunition, and all such
articles from the vessel as might make them comfortable.
The spars, sails, and some of the heavy
wood-work of the cabin, were used in erecting a
house. When done their building was quite commodious,
being twenty-two feet by fourteen. The
sails aided in making the roof, which proved to be
water-tight, and the snow thrown up against the sides
made it warm. Within, it was one room for all,
and for all purposes. "Bunks" were made against
the sides for each of the fourteen men. A stove
with cooking utensils was brought from the ship
and set up; lamps were suspended about the
room, and a table with other convenience from
the cabin were put in order.</p>
<p>But before this was done a party of Esquimo with
five sledges made their appearance. They stopped
at a distance, and signified their friendly purpose
by their customary wild gesticulations and antics.
The white men at first took them for the floe party,
and raised three rousing cheers of welcome. We
doubt not, though it is not stated, that they were
led on by our special friend, Kalutunah. The
surly Sipsu, it will be remembered, had received
what he had sought to give to another, a harpoon
planted in the back, and was dead. So there was
left none to rival Kalutunah. Myouk, the boy
that was, in Kane's day, was reported as an old
man now. Esquimo grow old rapidly. The whole<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</SPAN></span>
party went to work with a will, having pleasant
visions before them of a new stock of needles,
knives, and other white-man treasures. They
clambered over the hummocky floe, bringing loads
of coal from the ship, and with their sleds brought
fresh-water ice for the melting apparatus. Several
families finally came, built their huts near the
vessel, and spent the winter. The ship-wrecked
whites had nearly worn out their fur suits, and
their supply had been greatly reduced by the
losses on the floe. So the Esquimo replenished
their stock, and their women repaired the worn
ones. Thus God makes the humblest and the
weakest able at times to render essential help to
the strong, and none need be useless.</p>
<p>The winter wore off. There was no starvation,
nor even short rations. The coal burned cheerfully
in the stove until February, and then fuel
torn from the "Polaris" supplied its place. The
friendly natives brought fresh walrus meat, and
scurvy was kept away. For all their valuable
services the Esquimo felt well repaid in the coveted
treasures which were given them.</p>
<p>The time during the sunless days was passed
in reading, writing, amusements, and discussions,
according to the taste and inclination of each. Of
course there were some daily domestic duties to
be done. The scientific men pursued their inquiries
so far as circumstances allowed.</p>
<p>The dismal story which has so often pained our
ears concerning the Esquimo was true of them
generally during the winter—they were suffering<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</SPAN></span>
with cold and hunger, and three, one of whom was
Myouk, died. The explorers returned the Esquimo
kindness by sharing with them, in a measure,
their own stock of provisions.</p>
<p>The spring came, and with it successful hunting.
One deer was shot, and some hares caught. Chester,
the mate, who seems to have been <i>the</i> Yankee
of the party, planned, and assisted the carpenter
in building two boats. The material was
wrenched from the "Polaris." They were each
twenty-five feet long and five feet wide, square
fore and aft, capable of carrying, equally divided
between them, the fourteen men, two months' provisions,
and other indispensable articles. When
these were done they made a smaller boat, and
presented it to the Esquimo; it would aid them
in getting eggs and young birds about the shore.</p>
<p>Clear water did not reach Life-Boat Cove until
the last of May. On its appearance in the immediate
vicinity the waiting explorers put every
thing in readiness for their departure. The boats
were laden, and each man assigned his place.
Bags were made of the canvas sails in which to
carry the provisions. What remained of the "Polaris"
was given to the Esquimo chief—we guess
to our friend Kalutunah—as an acknowledgment
of favors received. On the third of June, in fine
spirits and good health, the explorers launched
their boats and sailed southward. At first the
boats leaked badly, but they sailed and rowed
easily, and proved very serviceable. It was continuous
day, and the weather favorable. Seals<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</SPAN></span>
could be had for the pains of hunting them, and
the sea-fowl were so plenty that ten were at times
brought down at a shot. On the downward trip
old localities were touched, such as Etah, Hakluyt
Island, and Northumberland Island. The average
amount of Arctic storms were encountered, the
drift ice behaved in its usual manner, though not
as badly as it has been known to do. The little
crafts had their hair-breadth escapes, and were
battered not a little. Every night, when the toils
of the day were over, the boats were drawn upon
the floe, every thing taken out, and the only hot
meal of the day was prepared. Each boat carried
pieces of rope from the "Polaris," and a can of
oil. With these a fire was made in the bottom of
an iron pot. Over this fire they made their steaming
pots of tea.</p>
<p>The party halted a while at Fitz Clarence Rock
in Booth Bay, about sixteen miles south of Cape
Parry, and within sight of the high, bleak plain on
which Dr. Hayes's boat-party spent their fearful
winter. On the tenth day of their voyaging they
had reached Cape York. In comparison to Dr.
Kane's trip over the same waters, theirs was as a
summer holiday excursion. But Melville Bay was
now before them with its defiant bergs, hummocks,
currents, stormy winds, and blinding snows—a
horrid crew! No wonder that the fear prevailed
among them that if not rescued they could never
reach any settlement. Chester, however, said,
"We can, and will." But the rescuers were not
afar off. For another ten days they were made to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</SPAN></span>
feel that their battle for life was to be a hard-fought
one. On the twenty-third they saw, away
in the distance, what appeared to be a whaler.
Could it be! They dared scarcely trust their eyes,
for the object was ten miles away. Yes, it was a
steamer, and beset, too, so she could not get away.
New courage was inspired, and they toiled on.
But for this timely spur to their zeal they would
have lost heart, for one of the boats in being lifted
over the hummocks was badly stove, and their
provisions were giving out, though they had calculated
that they had two months' supply. Soon
after they saw the steamer they were seen by the
watch from the mast-head. They were taken for
Esquimo, but a sharp lookout was kept upon their
movement, which soon showed them to be white
men. Signals of recognition were immediately
given, and eighteen picked men were sent to their
relief. Seeing this, Captain Buddington sent forward
two men, and the rescuers soon met and returned
with them. With even this addition to
their strength, it took six hours to drag the boats
the twelve miles which intervened between them
and the whaler. They were received with a kind-hearted
welcome by the noble Scotchman, Captain
Allen, of the "Ravenscraig," of Dundee.
Their toils were over, and their safety insured.
We will return to those on the floe.</p>
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