 CHAPTER 30 The Adventures of Captain Hatteras, Part 1, the English at the North Pole. CHAPTER 30 The Can. The frost-rime had lasted about three-quarters of an hour, quite long enough for the bears and foxes to make away with the considerable quantity of provisions, which they attacked all the more greedily, arriving as they did when the animals were perishing with hunger from the long winter. They had torn open the covering of the sludge with their enormous paws. The cases of pemekin were open and half empty, the biscuit-bags pillaged, the provisions of teas spilt over the snow, a barrel of spirits of wine broken up, and its precious contents run out. The camping materials lying all about, the wild animals had done their work. "'The devils have done for us,' said Bell. "'What shall we do now?' said Simpson. "'Let us first see how much we've lost,' said the doctor. We can talk after.' Hatteras said nothing, but began picking up the scattered objects. They picked up all the pemekin and biscuit that was still edible. The loss of so much spirits of wine was deplorable, as without it it was impossible to get any hot drinks, no tea nor coffee. The doctor made an inventory of the provisions that were left, and found that the animals had eaten two hundred pounds of pemekin and a hundred and fifty pounds of biscuit. If the travelers continued their journey they would be obliged to put themselves on half-rations. They deliberated about what was to be done under their circumstances, should they return to the brig and begin their expedition again, but how could they resolve to lose the hundred and fifty miles already cleared, and coming back without the fuel, how would they be received by the crew, and which of them would begin the excursion again? It was evident that the best thing to do was to go on, even at the price of the worst privations. The doctor, Hatteras and Bell, were foregoing on, but Simpson wanted to go back. His health had severely suffered from the fatigues of the journey, and he grew visibly weaker. But at last, seeing he was alone in his opinion, he took his place at the head of the sludge, and the little caravan continued its route. During the three following days, from the fifteenth to the seventeenth of January, the monotonous incidents of the journey took place again. They went on more slowly, the travelers were soon tired, their legs ached with fatigue, and the dogs drew with difficulty. Their insufficient food told upon them. The weather changed with its usual quickness, going suddenly from intense cold to damp and penetrating fogs. On the eighteenth of January the aspect of the ice field changed all at once. A great number of peaks, like pyramids, ending in a sharp point at a great elevation, showed themselves on the horizon. The soil in certain places was seen through the layer of snow. It seemed to consist of schist and quartz, with some appearance of calcareous rock. At last the travelers had reached Teraferma, and according to their estimation the continent must be New Cornwall. The doctor was delighted to tread on solid ground once more. The travelers had only a hundred more miles to go before reaching Belcher Cape. But the trouble of walking increased on this rocky soil, full of inequalities, crevices and precipices. They were obliged to plunge into the interior of the land and climb the high cliffs on the coast, across narrow gorges in which the snow was piled up to a height of thirty or forty feet. The travelers soon had caused to regret the levels they had left on which the sledge rolled so easily. Now they were obliged to drag it with all their strength. The dogs were worn out and had to be helped. The men harnessed themselves along with them and wore themselves out too. They were often obliged to unload the provisions in order to get over a steep hill whose frozen surface gave no hold. Some passages ten feet long took hours to clear. During the first day they only made about five miles on that land, so well named Cornwall. The next day the sledge attained the upper part of the cliffs. The travelers were too exhausted to construct their snow-house and were obliged to pass the night under the tent, enveloped in their buffalo skins and dried their stockings by placing them on their chests. The consequences of such a state of things may be readily imagined during the night that thermometer went down to forty-four degrees below zero and the mercury froze. The health of Simpson became alarming. An obstinate cold, violent rheumatism and intolerable pain forced him to lie down on the sledge, which he could no longer guide. Bell took his place. He was not well, but was obliged not to give in. The doctor also felt the influence of his terrible winter excursion, but he did not utter a complaint. He marched on in front, leaning on his stick. He lighted the way. He helped in everything. Hatteras impassive and penetrable and sensible in as good health as the first day with his iron constitution, followed the sledge in silence. On the twentieth of January the weather was so bad that the least effort caused immediate prostration, but the difficulties of the ground became so great that Hatteras and Bell harnessed themselves along with the dogs. The front of the sledge was broken by an unexpected shock and they were forced to stop and mend it. Such delays occurred several times a day. The travellers were journeying along a deep ravine up to their waist in snow and perspiring, notwithstanding the violent cold. No one spoke. All at once Bell looked at the doctor in alarm, picked up a handful of snow and began to rub his companion's face with all his might. "'What the deuce, Bell!' said the doctor, struggling. But Bell went on rubbing. "'Are you mad? You filled my eyes, nose, and mouth with snow. What is it?' "'Why?' answered Bell. If you've got a nose left you owe it to me.' "'A nose?' said the doctor, putting his hand to his face. "'Yes, Mr. Clobbunny, you were quite frostbitten. Your nose was quite white when I looked at you, and without my bit of rubbing you would be minus nose.' "'Thanks, Bell,' said the doctor. "'I'll do the same for you in case of need.' "'I hope you will, Mr. Clobbunny, and I only wish we had nothing worse to look forward to. "'You mean Simpson, poor fellow. He is suffering dreadfully.' "'Do you fear for him?' asked Hatteras quickly. "'Yes, Captain,' answered the doctor. "'What do you fear?' "'A violent attack of scurvy. His legs swell already and his gums are attacked. The poor fellow is lying under his blankets on this ledge and every shock increases his pain. I pity him, but I can't do anything for him.' "'Poor Simpson,' said Bell. "'Perhaps we had better stop a day or two,' said the doctor. "'Stop,' cried Hatteras. "'When the lives of eighteen men depend upon our return, you know we have only enough provisions left for twenty days.' "'Neither the doctor nor Bell could answer that, and the sledge went on its way. In the evening they stopped at the foot of an ice-hill, out of which Bell soon cut a cavern. The travellers took refuge in it, and the doctor passed the night in nursing Simpson. He was afraid to the scurvy and constant groans issued from his terrified lips. "'Ah, Mr. Clubbunny, I shall never get over it. I wish I was dead already.' "'Take courage, my poor fellow,' answered the doctor, with pity in his tone, and he answered Simpson's complaints by incessant attention. Though half-dead with fatigue, he employed a part of the night in making the sick man a soothing drought, and rubbed him with lime juice. Unfortunately it had little effect, and did not prevent the terrible malady spreading. The next day they were obliged to lift the poor fellow onto the sledge, although he begged and prayed them to leave him to die in peace, and begin their painful march again. Their freezing mist wet the three men to the skin. The snow and sleet beat in their faces. They did the work of beast of burden, and had not even sufficient food. Dick ran hither and thither, discovering by instinct the best route to follow. During the morning of the twenty-third of January when it was nearly dark, for the new moon had not yet made her appearance. When on first he was lost to sight for several hours, Hatteras became anxious as there were many bear marks on the ground. He was considering what had better be done when a loud barking was heard in front. The little procession moved on quicker and soon came upon the faithful animal in the depth of a ravine. Dick was set as if he had been petrified in front of a sort of can made of limestone and covered with the cement of ice. This time, said the doctor, disengaging himself from the traces, it's really a can. We can't be mistaken. What does it matter to us, said Hatteras? Why, if it is a can, it may enclose something that would be useful to us, some provisions, perhaps. As if Europeans had ever been here, said Hatteras, shrugging his shoulders. But if not Europeans, it may be that the Esquimaw have hidden some product of their hunting here. They are accustomed to doing it, I think. Well, look if you like, Claubani, but I don't think it is worth your while. Claubani and Bell armed with their pickaxes made for the can. Dick kept on barking furiously. The can was soon demolished and the doctor took out a damp paper. Hatteras took the document and read, Altam, Porpus, December 13, 1860, 12 degrees long, 8 degrees, 35 feet, lat. The Porpus, said the doctor. I don't know any ship of that name frequenting these seas, said Hatteras. It is evident, continued the doctor, that some sailors, or perhaps some shipwrecked fellows, have passed here within the last two months. That's certain, said Bell. What shall we do, asked the doctor. Continue our routes, said Hatteras Codley. I don't know anything about the Porpus, but I do know that the forward is waiting for our return. End of chapter 30. Recording by Pam Castile. Chapter 31 of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1. The English at the North Pole. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Pam Castile. The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1. The English at the North Pole. By Jules Verne. Chapter 31. The Death of Simpson. The travellers went on their weary way, each thinking of the discovery they had just made. Hatteras frowned with uneasiness. What can the Porpus be, he asked himself. Is it a ship? And if so, what was it doing so near the pole? At this thought he shivered, but not from the cold. The doctor and Bell only thought of the result their discovery might have for others or for themselves. But the difficulties and obstacles in their way soon made them oblivious to everything but their own preservation. Simpson's condition grew worse. The doctor saw that death was near. He could do nothing and was suffering cruelly on his own account, from a painful alfamia which might bring on blindness if neglected. The twilight gave them enough light to hurt the eyes when reflected by the snow. It was difficult to guard against the reflection, for the spectacle glasses got covered with the layer of opaque ice which obstructed the view, and when so much care was necessary for the dangers of the route it was important to see clearly. However, the doctor and Bell took it in turns to cover their eyes or to guide the sledge. The soil was volcanic and by its inequalities made it very difficult to draw the sledge, the frame of which was getting worn out. Another difficulty was the effect of the uniform brilliancy of the snow. The ground seemed to fall beneath the feet of the travelers and they experienced the same sensation as that of the rolling of a ship. They could not get accustomed to it and it made them sleepy and they often walked on half in a dream. Then some unexpected shock, fall, or obstacle would wake them up from their inertia, which afterwards took possession of them again. On the 25th of January they began to descend and their dangers increased. The least slip might send them down a precipice and there they would have been infallibly lost. Towards evening an extremely violent tempest swept the snow-clad summits. They were obliged to lie down on the ground and the temperature was so low that they were in danger of being frozen to death. Bell with the help of Hatteras built a snow-house in which the poor fellows took shelter. There they partook of a little pemicin and warm tea. There were only a few gallons of spirits of wine left and they were obliged to use them to quench their thirst as they could not take snow in its natural state. It must be melted. In temperate countries where the temperature scarcely falls below freezing point it is not injurious, but above the polar circle it gets so cold that it cannot be touched more than a red-hot iron. There is such a difference of temperature that its absorption produces suffocation. Yesquimaw would rather suffer the greatest torments than slake their thirst with snow. The doctor took his turn to watch at three o'clock in the morning when the tempest was at its height. He was leaning in a corner of the snow-house when a lamentable groan from Simpson drew his attention. He rose to go to him and struck his head against the roof. Without thinking of the accident he began to rub Simpson's swollen limbs. After about a quarter of an hour he got up again and bumped his head again, although he was kneeling then. "'That's very queer,' he said to himself. He lifted his hand above his head and felt that the roof was lowering. "'Good God!' he cried, hatter a spell. His cries awoke his companions who got up quickly and bumped themselves too. The darkness was thick. "'The roof is falling in,' cried the doctor. They all rushed out, dragging Simpson with them. They had no sooner left their dangerous retreat than it fell in with the great noise. The poor fellows were obliged to take refuge under the tent covering, which was soon covered with the thick layer of snow, which, as a bad conductor, prevented the travellers from being frozen alive. The tempest continued all through the night. When Bell harnessed the dogs the next morning he found that some of them had begun to eat their leather harness, and that two of them were very ill and could not go much further. However, the caravans set out again. There only remained sixty miles to go. On the twenty-sixth bell, who went on in front, called out suddenly to his companions. They ran up to him and he pointed to a gun leaning against an iceberg. "'A gun!' cried the doctor. Hatteras took it. It was loaded and in good condition. "'The men from the porpoise can't be far off,' said the doctor. Hatteras remarked that the gun was of American manufacture and his hands criss-ed the frozen barrel. He gave orders to continue the march and they kept on down the mountain slope. Simpson seemed deprived of all feeling. He had no longer the strength to complain. The tempest kept on and the sledge proceeded more and more slowly. They scarcely made a few miles and twenty-four hours, and in spite of the strictest economy the provisions rapidly diminished. But as long as they had enough of the return journey Hatteras kept on. On the twenty-seventh they found a sextant half-buried in the snow, then a leather bottle, the latter contained brandy, or rather a lump of ice, with the ball of snow in the middle, which represented the spirit. It could not be used. It was evident that they were following in the steps of some poor, shipwrecked fellows who, like them, had taken the only practical route. The doctor looked carefully round for other cans, but in vain. Sad thoughts came into his mind. He could not help thinking that it would be a good thing not to meet with their predecessors. What could he and his companions do for them? They wanted help themselves. Their clothes were in rags and they had not enough to eat. If their predecessors were numerous they would all die of hunger. Hatteras seemed to wish to avoid them and could he be blamed? But these men might be their fellow countrymen, and however slight might be the chance of saving them ought they not to try it? He asked Bell what he thought about it, but the poor fellow's heart was hardened by his own suffering and he did not answer. Chlobiny dared not question Hatteras, so he left it to Providence. In the evening of the twenty-seventh Simpson appeared to be at the last extremity. His limbs were already stiff and frozen. His difficult breathing formed a sort of mist round his head and convulsive movements announced that his last hour was come. The expression of his face was terrible, desperate, and he threw looks of powerless anger towards the captain. He accused him silently and Hatteras avoided him and became more tacheturn and wrapped up in himself than ever. The following night was frightful. The tempest redoubled in violence. The tent was thrown down three times and the snowdrifts buried the poor fellows, blinded them, froze them, and wounded them with the sharp icicles struck off the surrounding icebergs. The dogs howled lamentably. Simpson lay exposed to the cruel atmosphere. Bell succeeded in getting up the tent again, which, though it did not protect them from the cold, kept out the snow. But a more violent gust blew it down a fourth time and dragged it along in its fury. Oh, we can't bear it any longer, cried Bell. Courage, man, courage! answered the doctor, clinging to him in order to prevent themselves rolling down a ravine. Simpson's death-rattle was heard. All at once, with the last effort, he raised himself up and shook his fist at Hatteras, who was looking at him fixedly, then gave a fearful cry and fell back dead in the midst of his unfinished threat. He is dead, cried the doctor. Dead, repeated Bell. Hatteras advanced towards the corpse, but was driven back by a gust of wind. Poor Simpson was the first victim to the murderous climate, the first to pay with his life the unreasonable obscenacy of the captain. The dead man had called Hatteras an assassin, but he did not bend beneath the accusation. A single tear escaped from his eyes and froze on his pale cheek. The doctor and Bell looked at him with a sort of terror. Leaning on his stick he looked like the genius of the North, upright in the midst of the whirlwind and frightful in his imbobility. He remained standing thus till the first dawn of twilight, bold, tenacious, indomitable, and seemed to defy the tempest that roared round him. End of chapter 31 Chapter 32 of The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Pam Castile The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole By Jules Verne Chapter 32 The Return The wind went down about six in the morning and turning suddenly north cleared the clouds from the sky. The thermometer marked thirty-three degrees below zero. The first rays of the sun reached the horizon which they were gilled a few days later. Hatteras came up to his two dejected companions and said to them in a low, sad voice, We are still more than sixty miles from the spot indicated by Sir Edward Belcher. We have just enough provisions to allow us to get back to the brig. If we go on any further, we shall meet with certain death, and that will do good to no one. We had better retrace our steps. That is a sensible resolution, Hatteras, and to the doctor. I would have followed you as far as you let us, but our health gets daily weaker. We can scarcely put one foot before the other. We ought to go back. Is that your opinion, too, Bel? asked Hatteras. Yes, Captain," answered the carpenter. Very well, said Hatteras. We will take two days' rest. We want it. The sledge wants mending. I think we had better build ourselves a snow-house and try to regain a little strength. After this was settled, our three men set to work with Vigor. Bel took the necessary precautions to assure the solidity of the construction, and they soon had a good shelter at the bottom of the ravine, where the last halt had taken place. It had cost Hatteras a great effort to interrupt his journey, all their trouble and pain lost, a useless excursion which one man had paid for with his life, what would become of the crew now that all hope of coal was over, what would Shandon think? Outwithstanding all these painful thoughts, he felt it impossible to go on any further. They began their preparations for the return journey at once. The sledge was mended. It had now only two hundred pounds weight to carry. They mended their clothes, worn out, torn, soaked with snow, and hardened by the frosts. New moccasins and snowshoes replaced those that were worn out. This work took the whole day of the twenty-ninth and the morning of the thirtieth. The three travelers rested and comforted themselves as well as they could. During the thirty-six hours passed in the snow-house and on the icebergs of the ravine, the doctor had noticed that Dick's conduct was very strange. He crept, smelling about a sort of rising in the ground made by several layers of ice. He kept wagging his tail with impatience and trying to draw the attention of his master to the spot. The doctor thought that the dog's uneasiness might be caused by the presence of Simpson's body, which he and his companions had not yet had time to bury. He resolved to put it off no longer, especially as they intended starting early the next morning. Bell and the doctor took their pickaxes and directed their steps towards the lowest part of the ravine. The mound indicated by Dick seemed to be a good spot to place the corpse in. They were obliged to bury it deep to keep it from the bears. They began by removing the layer of soft snow and then attacked the ice. At the third blow of his pickaxe the doctor broke some hard obstacle. He took out the pieces and saw that it was a glass bottle. Bell discovered a small biscuit sack with a few crumbs at the bottom. "'Whatever does this mean?' said the doctor. "'I can't think,' answered Bell, suspending his work. They called Hatteras, who came immediately. Dick barked loudly and began scratching at the ice. "'Perhaps we have found a provision store,' said the doctor. "'It is possible,' said Bell. "'Go on,' said Hatteras. Some remains of food were drawn out and a case a quarter full of Pemmican. "'If it is a hiding place,' said Hatteras, the bears have been before us. See the provisions are not intact.' "'I am afraid so,' answered the doctor, for he was interrupted by a cry from Bell, who had come upon a man's leg, stiffened and frozen. "'A corpse!' cried the doctor. "'It is a tomb,' answered Hatteras. When the corpse was disinterred it turned out to be that of a sailor, about thirty years old, perfectly preserved. He wore the clothes of an arctic navigator. The doctor could not tell how long he had been dead. But after this corpse Bell discovered a second, that of a man of fifty, bearing the mark of suffering that had killed him on his face. "'These are not buried bodies,' cried the doctor. The poor fellows were surprised by death just as we find them. "'You are right, Mr. Clobody,' answered Bell. "'Go on, go on,' said Hatteras. Bell obeyed tremblingly, for who knew how many human bodies the mound contained? "'These men have been the victims of the same accident that almost happened to us,' said the doctor. Their snow-house tumbled in. Let us see if any one of them is still alive.' The place was soon cleared, and Bell dug out a third body, that of a man of forty who had not the cadaverous look of the others. The doctor examined him and thought he recognized some symptoms of existence. "'He is alive,' he cried. Bell and he carried the body into the snow-house, whilst Hatteras, unmoved, contemplated their late habitation. The doctor stripped the resuscitated man and found no trace of a wound on him. Me and Bell rubbed him vigorously with oakum steeped in spirits of wine, and they saw signs of returning consciousness, but the unfortunate man was in a state of complete prostration and could not speak a word. His tongue stuck to his palate as if frozen. The doctor searched his pockets, but they were empty. He left Bell to continue the friction and rejoined Hatteras. The captain had been down into the depths of the snow-house and had searched about carefully. He came up holding a half-burnt fragment of a letter. These words were on it. TAMANT, ORPIS, W. YORK. "'Ultimate,' cried the doctor, of the ship Porpoise of New York. "'An American,' said Hatteras. "'I'll save him,' said the doctor, and then we shall know all about it.' He went back to Ultimant whilst Hatteras remained pensive. Thanks to his attentions the doctor succeeded in recalling the unfortunate man to life, but not to feeling. He neither saw, heard, nor spoke, but he lived. The next day Hatteras said to the doctor, "'We must start at once. Yes, the sludge is not loaded. We'll put the poor fellow on it and take him to the brig. Very well, but we must bury these bodies first.' The two unknown sailors were placed under the ruins of the snow-house again, and Simpson's corpse took Ultimant's place. The three travelers buried their companion, and at seven o'clock in the morning they set out again. Two of the Greenland dogs were dead, and Dick offered himself in their place. He pulled with energy. During the next twenty days the travelers experienced the same incidents as before, but as it was in the month of February they did not meet with the same difficulty from the ice. It was horribly cold, but there was not much wind. The sun reappeared for the first time on the thirty-first of January, and every day he stopped longer above the horizon. Belle and the doctor were almost blinded and half-lame. The carpenter was obliged to walk upon crutches. Ultimant still lived, but he was in a state of complete insensibility. The doctor took great care of him, although he wanted attention himself. He was getting ill with fatigue. The mattress thought of nothing but his ship. What state should he find it in? On the twenty-fourth of February he stopped all of a sudden. A red light appeared about three hundred paces in front, and a column of black smoke went up to the sky. "'Look at that smoke. My ship is burning,' said he with a beating heart. "'We are three miles off yet,' said Belle. "'It can't be the forward.' "'Yes, it is,' said the doctor. The mirage makes it seem nearer. The three men, leaving the sludge to the care of Dick, ran on, and in an hour's time were in sight of the ship. She was burning in the midst of the ice, which melted around her. A hundred steps farther a man met them, wringing his hands before the forward in flames. It was Johnson. Hatteras ran to him. "'My ship, my ship,' cried he. "'Is that you, Captain? "'Oh, don't come any nearer,' said Johnson. "'What is it?' said Hatteras. The wretches left forty-eight hours ago after setting fire to the ship.' "'Cursed them,' cried Hatteras. A loud explosion was then heard. The ground trembled. The icebergs fell upon the ice field. A column of smoke went up into the clouds, and the forward blew up. The doctor and Belle reached Hatteras, who out of the depths of despair cried. The cowards have fled. The strong will succeed. Johnson and Belle, you are courageous. Doctor, you have science. I have faith. To the North Pole. To the North Pole!' His companions heard these energetic words, and they did them good. But it was a terrible situation for these four men, alone, under the eightieth degree of latitude in the midst of the polar regions.