 Chapter 23 of The Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part 1. The English at the North Pole. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Malone. The Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part 1. The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne. Attacked by icebergs. Hatteras, after saying to the anchoring of his ship, re-entered his cabin and examined his map attentively. He found himself in latitude 76 degrees, 57 minutes, and longitude 99 degrees, 20 minutes. That is to say, at only three minutes from the 77th parallel. It was at this very spot that Sir Edward Belcher passed his first winter with the pioneer and the assistants. It was tense that he organized his sledge and boat excursions. He discovered Table Isle, North Cornwall, Victoria Archipelago, and Belcher Channel. He reached the 78th parallel and saw that the coast was depressed on the southeast. It seemed to go down to Jones Strait, the entrance to which lies in Baffins Bay. But to the northwest, on the contrary, says his report, an open sea lay as far as the eye could reach. Hatteras considered attentively the white part of the map, which represented the polar basin free from ice. After such testimony as that of Stuart, Penny, and Belcher, I can't have a doubt about it, he said to himself. They saw it with their own eyes. But if the winter has already frozen it. But no. They made their discoveries at intervals of seven years. It exists, and I shall find it. I shall see it. Hatteras went on to the poop. An intense fog enveloped the forward. The mast-head could scarcely be distinguished from the deck. However, Hatteras called down the ice-master from his crow's nest and took his place. He wished to profit by the shortest clear interval to examine the northwestern horizon. Shandon did not let the occasion slip for saying to the lieutenant, Well, Wall, where is the open sea? You're right, Shandon, and we have only six weeks' coal in the hold. Perhaps the doctor will find us some scientific fuel to warm us in the place of coal, answered Shandon. I have heard say you can turn fire to ice. Perhaps you'll turn ice to fire. And he entered his cabin, shrugging his shoulders. The next day was the twentieth of August, and the fog cleared away for several minutes. They saw Hatteras look eagerly at the horizon, and then come down without speaking. But it was easy to see that his hopes had again been crushed. The forward weighed anchor, and took up her uncertain march northward. As the forward began to be weather-worn, the masts were unreaved, for they could no longer rely on the variable wind, and the sails were nearly useless in the winding channels. Large white marks appeared here and there on the sea like oil spots. They presaged an approaching frost. As soon as the breeze dropped, the sea began to freeze immediately. But as soon as the wind got up again, the young ice was broken up and dispersed. Towards evening the thermometer went down to seventeen degrees. When the brig came to a closed-up pass, she acted as a battering ram, and ran at full steam against the obstacle, which she sunk. Sometimes they thought she was stopped for good, but an unexpected movement of the streams opened her a new passage, and she took advantage of it boldly. When the brig stopped, the steam, which escaped from the safety pipes, was condensed by the cold air, and fell in snow onto the deck. Another impediment came in the way. The ice-blocks sometimes got entangled in the paddles, and they were so hard that all the strength of the machine was not sufficient to break them. It was then necessary to back the engine and send men to clear the screws with their hand-spikes. All this delayed the brig. It lasted thirteen days. The forward dragged herself painfully along, pennies straight. The crew gumbled, but obeyed. The men saw now that it was impossible to go back. Keeping north was less dangerous than retreating south. They were obliged to think about wintering. The sailors talked together about their present position, and one day they mentioned it to Richard Shandon, who, they knew, was on their side. The second officer forgot his duty as an officer, and allowed them to discuss the authority of the captain before him. You say, then, Mr. Shandon, that we can't go back now, said Gripper. No, it's too late now, answered Shandon. Then we must think about wintering, said another. It's the only thing we can do. They wouldn't believe me. Another time, said Penn, who had been released, we shall believe you. But as I am not the master, replied Shandon. Who says you mayn't be? answered Penn. John Hatteras may go as far as he likes, but we aren't obliged to follow him. You all know what became of the crew that did follow him in his first cruise to Baffin C., said Gripper. And the crews of the farewell under him that got lost in the Spitzbergen seas, said Clifton. He was the only man that came back, continued Gripper. He and his dog, answered Clifton. We won't die for his pleasure, added Penn. Nor lose the bounty we've been at so much trouble to earn, cried Clifton, when we've passed the seventy-eighth degree and we aren't far off it. I know, that we'll make just the three hundred seventy-five pounds each. But, answered Gripper, shan't we lose it if we go back without the captain? Not if we prove that we were obliged to, answered Clifton. But it's the captain. You never mind, Gripper, answered Penn. We will have a captain and a good one. That, Mr. Shandon knows, when one commander goes mad, folks have done with him and they take another, don't they, Mr. Shandon? Shandon answered evasively that they could reckon upon him, but that they must wait to see what turned up. Difficulties were getting thick round Hatteras, but he was as firm, calm, energetic, and confident as ever. After all, he had done in five months what other navigators had taken two or three years to do. He should be obliged to winter now, but there was nothing to frighten brave sailors in that. Sir John Ross and McClure had passed three successive winters in the Arctic regions. What they had done he could do too. If I had only been able to get up Smith Strait at the north of Baffins Sea, I should be at the pole by now," he said to the doctor regretfully. Never mind, Captain, answered the doctor. We shall get at it by the 99th of Meridian instead of the 75th. If all roads lead to Rome, it's more certain, still, that all Meridians lead to the pole. On the 31st of August the thermometer marked 13 degrees. The end of the navigable season was approaching. The forward left Exmouth Island to the starboard, and three days after passed Table Island in the middle of Belcher Channel. At an earlier period it would perhaps have been possible to regain Baffins Sea by this channel, but it was not to be dreamt of then. This arm of the sea was entirely barricaded by ice. Ice fields extended as far as the eye could reach, and would do so for eight months longer. Happily they could still gain a few minutes further north on the condition of breaking up the ice with huge clubs and patards. Now the temperature was so low, any wind, even a contrary wind, was welcome, for in a calm the sea froze in a single night. The forward could not winter in her present situation, exposed to winds, icebergs, and the drift from the channel. A shelter was the first thing to find. Hatteras hoped to gain the coast of New Cornwall, and to find, above Albert Point, a bay of refuge sufficiently sheltered. He therefore pursued his course northward with perseverance, but on the eighth and impenetrable ice bank lay in front of him, and the temperature was at ten degrees. Hatteras did all he could to force a passage, continually risking his ship and getting out of danger by force of skill. He could be accused of imprudence, want of reflection, folly, blindness, but he was a good sailor and one of the best. The situation of the forward became really dangerous. The sea closed up behind her, and in a few hours the ice got so hard that the man could run along it and tow the ship in all security. Hatteras found he could not get round the obstacle, so he resolved to attack it in front. He used his strongest blasting cylinders of eight to ten pounds of powder. They began by making a hole in the thick of the ice and filled it with snow, taking care to place the cylinder in a horizontal position so that a greater portion of the ice might be submitted to the explosion. Lastly they lighted the wick, which was protected by a gutter-porchet tube. They worked at the blasting as they could not saw, for the saws stuck immediately in the ice. Hatteras hoped to pass the next day, but during the night a violent wind raged, and the sea rose under her crust of ice as if shaken by some submarine commotion, and the terrified voice of the pilot was heard crying, Look out aft! Hatteras turned to the direction indicated, and what he saw by the dim twilight was frightful. A huge iceberg, driven back north, was rushing on to the ship with the rapidity of an avalanche. All hands on deck, cried the captain. The rolling mountain was hardly half a mile off. The blocks of ice were driven about like so many huge grains of sand. The tempest raged with fury. There, Mr. Clauboni, said Johnson to the doctor, we are in something like danger now. Yes, answered the doctor, tranquilly. It looks frightful enough. It's an assault, we shall have to repulse, cried the boatsman. It looks like a troop of antediluvian animals, those that were supposed to inhabit the pole. They are trying, which shall get here first. Well, added Johnson, I hope we shan't get one of their spikes into us. It's a siege, let's run to the ramparts. And they made haste aft, where the crew, armed with poles, bars of iron and hand spikes, were getting ready to repulse the formidable enemy. The avalanche came nearer, and got bigger by the addition of the blocks of ice, which it caught in its passage. Hatteras gave orders to fire the cannon in the bow to break the threatening line, but it arrived and rushed on to the brig. A great crackling noise was heard, and as it struck on the brig's starboard, a part of her barricading was broken. Hatteras gave his men orders to keep steady and prepare for the ice. It came along in blocks, some of them weighing several hundred weight came over the ship's side. The smaller ones, thrown up as high as the top sails, fell in little spikes, breaking the shrouds and cutting the rigging. The ship was boarded by these innumerable enemies, which in a block would have crushed a hundred ships like the forward. Some of the sailors were badly wounded whilst trying to keep off the ice, and Bolton had his left shoulder torn open. The noise was deafening. Dick barked with rage at this new kind of enemy. The obscurity of the night came to add to the horror of the situation, but did not hide the threatening blocks. Their white surface reflected the last gleams of light. Hatteras's orders were heard in the midst of the crew's strange struggle with the icebergs. The ship giving way to the tremendous pressure bent to the lorbert, and the extremity of her main yard leaned like a buttress against the iceberg and threatened to break her mast. Hatteras saw the danger. It was a terrible moment. The rig threatened to turn completely over, and the masting might be carried away. An enormous block, as big as the steamer itself, came up alongside her hull. It rose higher and higher on the waves. It was already above the poop. It fell over the forward, always lost. It was now upright, higher than the gallant yards, and it shook on its foundation. A cry of terror escaped the crew. Everyone fled to starboard. But at this moment the steamer was lifted completely up, and for a little while she seemed to be suspended in the air, and fell again onto the ice-box. Then she rolled over till her planks cracked again. After a minute, which appeared a century, she found herself again in her natural element, having been turned over the ice-bank that blocked her passage by the rising of the sea. She's cleared the ice-bank, shuddered Johnson, who had rushed to the fore of the brig. Thank God! answered Hatteras. The brig was now in the midst of a pond of ice, which hemmed her in on every side, and though her keel was in the water, she could not move. She was immovable. But the ice-field moved for her. We are drifting, Captain, cried Johnson. We must drift, answered Hatteras. We can't help ourselves. When daylight came, it was seen that the brig was drifting rapidly northward, along with a submarine current. The floating mass carried the forward along with it. In case of accident, when the brig might be thrown on her side or crushed by the pressure of the ice, Hatteras had a quantity of provisions brought up on deck, along with materials for encamping, the clothes and blankets of the crew. Taking example from Captain McClure under similar circumstances, he caused the brig to be surrounded by a belt of hammocks filled with air, so as to shield her from the thick of the damage. The ice soon accumulated under a temperature of seven degrees, and the ship was surrounded by a wall of ice, above which her mass only were to be seen. They navigated thus for seven days. Point Albert, the western extremity of New Cornwall, was sited on the 10th of November, but soon disappeared. From Thence the ice-field drifted east. Where would it take them to? Where should they stop? Who could tell? The crew waited, and the men folded their arms. At last, on the 15th of September, about three o'clock in the afternoon, the ice-field, stopped, probably by collision with another field, gave a violent shake to the brig, and stood still. Hatteras found himself out of sight of land in latitude seventy-eight degrees, fifteen minutes, and longitude ninety-five degrees, thirty-five minutes, in the midst of the unknown sea, where geographers have placed the frozen pole. End of section 23, reading by Malone. Chapter 24 Of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras, Part 1 The English at the North Pole This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Adventures of Captain Hatteras, Part 1 The English at the North Pole By Jules Verne Chapter 24 Preparations for Wintering The southern hemisphere is colder in parallel latitudes than the northern hemisphere, but the temperature of the new continent is still fifteen degrees below that of the other parts of the world, and in America the countries known under the name of the frozen pole are the most formidable. The average temperature of the year is two degrees below zero. Scientific men, and Dr. Claw Bonney amongst them, explain the fact in the following way. According to them the prevailing winds of the northern regions of America blow from the southwest. They come from the Pacific Ocean with an equal and bearable temperature, but in order to reach the Arctic Seas they have to cross the immense American territory, covered with snow, they get cold by contact with it, and then cover the hyperborean regions with their frigid violence. Hatteras found himself at the frozen pole beyond the country seen by his predecessors. He, therefore, expected a terrible winter on a ship lost in the midst of the ice with a crew nearly in revolt. He resolved to face these dangers with his accustomed energy. He began by taking with the help of Johnson's experience all the measures necessary for wintering. According to his calculations he had been dragged two hundred and fifty miles beyond New Cornwall the last country discovered. He was clasped in an icefield as securely as in a bed of granite and no power on earth could extricate him. There no longer existed a drop of water in the vast seas over which the Arctic winter reigned. Icefields extended as far as the eye could reach, settling with icebergs, and the forward was sheltered by three of the highest on three points of the compass. The south-east wind alone could reach her. If, instead of icebergs, there had been rocks berger instead of snow, and the sea and its liquid state again the brig would have been safely anchored in a pretty bay sheltered from the worst winds. But in such a latitude it was a miserable state of things. They were obliged to fasten the brig by means of her anchors not withstanding her immovability. They were obliged to prepare for the submarine currents and the breaking up of the ice. When Johnson heard where they were he took the greatest precautions in getting everything ready for wintering. It's the captain's usual luck, said he to the doctor. We've got nipped in the most disagreeable point of the whole glove. Never mind, we'll get out of it. As to the doctor, he was delighted at the situation. He would not have changed it for any other. A winter at the frozen pole seemed to him desirable. The crew were set to work at the sails which were not taken down and put in the hold as the first people who wintered in these regions had thought prudent. They were folded up in their cases and the ice soon made them an impervious envelope. The crow's nest too remained in its place serving as a nautical observatory. The rigging alone was taken away. It became necessary to cut away the part of the field that surrounded the brig which began to suffer from the pressure. It was a long and painful work. In a few days the keel was cleared and on examination was found to have suffered little thanks to the solidity of its construction. Only its copper plating was almost all torn off. When the ship was once liberated she rose at least nine inches. The crew then beveled the ice in the shape of the keel and the field formed again under the brig and offered sufficient opposition to pressure from without. The doctor helped in all this work. He used the ice-knife skillfully. He incited the sailors by his happy disposition. He instructed himself and others and was delighted to find the ice under the ship. It's a very good precaution, said he. We couldn't do it without Mr. Clawbonnie, said Johnson. Now we can raise a snow wall as high as the gunnel and if we like we can make it ten feet thick full with plenty of materials. That's an excellent idea, answered the doctor. Snow is a bad conductor of heat. It reflects it instead of absorbing it and the heat of the interior does not escape. That's true, said Johnson. We shall raise a fortification against the cold and against animals too if they take it into their heads to pay us a visit. When the work is done it will answer, I can tell you. We shall make two flights of steps in the snow one from the ship and the other from outside. When once we've cut out the steps we shall pour water over them and it will make them as hard as rock. We shall have a royal staircase. It's a good thing that cold makes ice and snow and so gives us the means of protecting ourselves against it. I don't know what we should do if it did not. A roofing of tarred cloth was spread over the deck and descended to the sides of the brig. It was thus sheltered from all outside impression and made a capital promenade. It was covered with two and a half feet of snow which was beaten down till it became very hard and above that they put a layer of sand completely macadamising it. With a few trees I should imagine myself in Hyde Park, said the doctor, or in one of the hanging gardens of Babylon. They made a hole at a short distance from the brig. It was round like a well. They broke the ice every morning. This well was useful in case of fire or for the frequent baths ordered to keep the crew in health. In order to spare their fuel they drew the water from a greater depth by means of an apparatus invented by a Frenchman, François Aragault. Generally when a ship is wintering all the objects which encumber her are placed in magazines on the coast but it was impossible to do this in the midst of an ice field. Every precaution was taken against cold and damp. Men have been known to resist the cold and succumb to damp. Therefore both had to be guarded against. The forward had been built expressly for these regions and the common room was wisely arranged. They had made war on the corners where damp takes refuge at first. If it had been quite circular it would have done better but warm by a vast stove and well ventilated it was very comfortable. The walls were lined with buck skins and not with woolen materials. Full wool condenses the vapours and impregnates the atmosphere with damp. The partitions were taken down in the poop and the officers had a large comfortable room warmed by a stove. Both this room and that of the crew had a sort of anti-chamber that prevented all direct communication with the exterior and prevented the heat going out. It also made the crew pass more gradually from one temperature to another. They left their snow-covered garments in these anti-chambers and scraped their feet on scrapers put there on purpose to prevent any unhealthy element getting in. Canvas hose let in the air necessary to make the stoves draw. Other hose served for escape pipes for the steam. Two condensers were fixed in the two rooms. They gathered the vapour instead of letting it escape and were empty twice a week. Sometimes they contained several bushels of ice. By means of the air pipes the fires could be easily regulated and it was found that very little fuel was necessary to keep up a temperature of fifty degrees in the rooms. But Hatteras saw with grief that he had only enough coal left for two months firing. A drying room was prepared for the garments that were obliged to be washed as they could not be hung in the air or they would have been frozen and spoiled. The delicate parts of the machine were taken to pieces carefully and the room where they were placed was closed up hermetically. The rules for life on board were drawn up by Hatteras and hung up in the common room. The men got up at six in the morning and their hammocks were exposed to the air three times a week. The floors of the two rooms were rubbed with warm sand every morning. Boiling tea was served out at every meal and the food varied as much as possible according to the different days of the week. It consisted of bread, flour, beef-suit and raisins for puddings, sugar, cocoa, tea, rice, lemon juice, preserved meat, salted beef and pork, pickled cabbage and other vegetables. The kitchen was outside the common rooms and the men were thus deprived of its heat. But cooking is a constant source of evaporation and humidity. The health of men depends a great deal on the food they eat. Under these high latitudes it is of great importance to consume as much animal food as possible. The doctor presided at the drawing up of the Bill of Fair. We must take example from the Eskimo, said he. They have received their lessons from nature and are our teachers here. Although Arabians and Africans can live on a few dates and a handful of rice, it is very different here where we must eat a great deal and often. The Eskimo absorb as much as ten and fifteen pounds of oil in a day. If you do not like oil you must have recourse to things rich in sugar and fat. In a word you want carbon in the stove inside you as much as the stove there wants coal. Every man was forced to take a bath in the half frozen water condensed from the fire. The doctor set the example. He did it at first as we do all disagreeable things that we feel obliged to do. But he soon began to take extreme pleasure in it. When the men had to go out either to hunt or work they had to take great care not to get frostbitten and if by accident it happened they made haste to rub the part attacked with snow to bring back the circulation of the blood. Besides being carefully clothed in wool from head to foot the men wore hoods of buckskin and seal-skin trousers through which it is impossible for the wind to penetrate. All these preparations took about three weeks and the 10th of October came round without anything remarkable happening. End of Chapter 24 Recording by Steve Chilvers Norwich, England For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Malone The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English of the North Pole by Jules Verne An Old Fox That day the thermometer went down to three degrees below zero. The weather was pretty good The weather was pretty calm and the cold without breeze was bearable. Hatteras profited by the clearness of the atmosphere to reconnoiter the surrounding plains. He climbed one of the highest icebergs to the north and could see nothing as far as his telescope would let him but ice fields and icebergs. No land anywhere. But the image of chaos in its saddest aspect. He came back on board trying to calculate the probable duration of his captivity. The hunters, and amongst them the doctor, James Wall, Simpson, Johnson, and Bell did not fail to supply the ship with fresh meat. Birds had disappeared. They were gone to less rigorous southern climates. The tarmogens, a sort of partridge, alone stay the winter in these latitudes. They are easily killed and their great number promised an abundant supply of game. There were plenty of hares, foxes, wolves, ermine, and bears. There were enough for any sportsman. English, French, or Norwegian. But they were difficult to get at and difficult to distinguish on the white plains from the whiteness of their fur. When the intense cold comes, their fur changes color and white is their winter color. The doctor found that this change of fur is not caused by the change of temperature for it takes place in the month of October and is simply a precaution of providence to guard them from the rigor of a boreal winter. Seals were abundant in all their varieties and were particularly sought after by the hunters for the sake not only of their skins, but their fat, which is very warming. Besides which, the liver of these animals makes excellent fuel. Hundreds of them were to be seen and two or three miles to the north of the brig, the ice was literally perforated all over with the holes these enormous amphibians make. Only they smelt the hunters from afar and many were wounded that escaped by plunging under the ice. However, on the nineteenth, Simpson managed to catch one at about a hundred yards from the ship. He had taken the precaution to block up its hole of refuge so that it was at the mercy of the hunters. It took several bullets to kill the animal, which measured nine feet in length. Its bulldog head, the sixteen teeth in its jaws, its large pectoral fins in the shape of pinions and its little tail, furnished with another pair of fins, made it a good specimen of the family of doghound fish. The doctor, wishing to preserve the head for his natural history collection and its skin for his future use, had them prepared by a rapid and inexpensive process. He plunged the body of the animal into the hole in the ice and thousands of little prawns soon ate off all the flesh. In half a day the work was accomplished and the most skillful of the honourable corporation of Liverpool Tanners could not have succeeded better. As soon as the sun had passed the autumnal equinox, that is to say on the 23rd of September, winter may be said to begin in the Arctic regions. The sun disappears entirely on the 23rd of October, lighting up with its oblique rays the summits of the frozen mountains. The doctor wished him a traveller's farewell. He was not going to see him again till February, but obscurity is not complete during this long absence of the sun. The moon comes each month to take its place as well as she can. Starlight is very bright and there is besides frequent aurora borealis and a refraction peculiar to the snowy horizons. Besides, the sun at the very moment of his greatest austral declination, the 21st of December, is still only thirteen degrees from the polar horizon so that there is twilight for a few hours. Only fogs, mists and snowstorms often plunge these regions into complete obscurity. However, at this epoch the weather was pretty favourable. The partridges and the hairs were the only animals that had a right to complain, for the sportsmen did not give them a moment's peace. They set several fox traps, but the suspicious animals did not let themselves be caught so easily. They would often come and eat the snare by scratching out the snow from under the trap. The doctor wished them at the devil as he could not get them himself. On the 25th of October the thermometer marked more than four degrees below zero. A violent tempest set in. The air was thick with snow, which prevented a ray of light reaching the forward. During several hours they were very uneasy about Belle and Simpson, who had gone too far whilst hunting. They did not reach the ship till the next day, after having lain for a whole day in their buck-skins whilst the tempest swept the air about them and buried them under five feet of snow. They were nearly frozen and the doctor had some trouble to restore their circulation. The tempest lasted a week without interruption. It was impossible to stir out. In a single day the temperature varied fifteen and twenty degrees. During their forced idleness each one lived to himself. Some slept, others smoked, or talked and whispers, stopping when they saw the doctor or Johnson approach. There was no moral union between the men. They only met for evening prayers and on Sunday for divine service. Clifton had counted that once the 78th parallel cleared his share in the bounty would amount to 375 pounds. He thought that enough and his ambition did not go beyond. The others were of the same opinion and only thought of enjoying the fortune acquired at such a price. Hatteras was hardly ever seen. He neither took part in the hunting nor other excursions. He felt no interest in the meteorological phenomena which excited the doctor's admiration. He lived for one idea. It was comprehended in three words—the North Pole. He was constantly looking forward to the moment when the forward, once more free, would begin her adventurous voyage again. In short, it was a melancholy life. The brig, made for movement, seemed quite out of place as a stationary dwelling. Her original form could not be distinguished amidst the ice and snow that covered her, and she was anything but a lively spectacle. During these unoccupied hours the doctor put his travelling notes in order— the notes from which his history is taken. He was never idle and the evenness of his humour remained the same. Only he was very glad to see the tempest clearing off so as to allow him to set off hunting once more. On the third of November, at six in the morning, with a temperature at five degrees below zero, he started a company by Johnson and Bell. The plains of ice were level. The snow, which covered the ground thickly, solidified by the frost, made the ground good for walking. A dry and keen cold lightened the atmosphere. The moon shone in all her splendour and threw an astonishing light on all the asperities of the field. Their footsteps left marks on the snow, and the moon lighted up their edges, so that they looked like a luminous track behind the hunters, whose shadows fell on the ice with astonishing outlines. The doctor had taken his friend Dick with him. He preferred him to the Greenland dogs to run down the game for a good reason. The latter did not seem to have the scent of their brethren of more temperate climates. Dick ran on and often pointed out the track of a bear. But in spite of his skill, the hunters had not even killed a hare after two hours walking. "'Do you think the game has gone south too?' asked the doctor, halting at the foot of a hummock. "'It looks like it, Mr. Clawbunny,' answered the carpenter. "'I don't think so,' answered Johnson. "'Hairs, foxes, and bears are accustomed to the climate. I believe the late tempest is the cause of their disappearance. But with the south winds they'll soon come back. Ah, if you said reindeer's or musk oxen, it would be a different thing.' "'But it appears those two are found in troops in Melville Island,' replied the doctor. "'That is much further south, I grant you.' When Perry wintered there he always had as much game as he wanted.' "'We are not so well off,' said Bell. "'If we could only get plenty of bear's flesh, I should not complain.' "'Bears are very difficult to get at,' answered the doctor. "'It seems to me they want civilizing. Bell talks about the bear's flesh, but we want its fat more than its flesh or its skin,' said Johnson. "'You are right, Johnson. You are always thinking about the fuel.' "'How can I help thinking about it? I know if we are ever so careful of it we've only enough left for three weeks.' "'Yes,' replied the doctor. "'That is our greatest danger, for we are only at the beginning of November, and February is the coldest month of the year in the frozen zone. However, if we can't get bear's grease we can rely on that of the seals.' "'Not for long, Mr. Clawbunny,' answered Johnson. "'They'll soon desert us too. Either through cold or fright, they'll soon leave off coming on to the surface of the ice.' "'Then we must get at the bear's,' said the doctor. "'They are the most useful animals in these countries. They furnish food, clothes, light and fuel. "'Do you hear, Dick?' continued he, caressing his friend. "'We must have a bear, so look out.' Dick, who was smelling the ice as the doctor spoke, started off all at once, quick as an arrow. He barked loudly, and notwithstanding his distance the sportsman heard him distinctly. The extreme distance to which sound is carried in these low temperatures is astonishing. It is only equal by the brilliancy of the constellations in the boreal sky.' The sportsman, guided by Dick's barking, rushed on his traces. They had to run about a mile, and arrived quite out of breath, for the lungs are rapidly suffocated in such an atmosphere. Dick was pointing at about fifty paces from an enormous mass at the top of a mound of ice. "'We've got him,' said the doctor, taking aim, and a fine one,' added Bell, imitating the doctor. "'It's a queer bear,' said Johnson, waiting to fire, after his two companions. Dick barked furiously. Bell advanced to within twenty feet and fired, but the animal did not seem to be touched. Johnson advanced in his turn, and after taking a careful aim pulled the trigger. "'What?' cried the doctor, not touched yet. "'Why, it's that cursed refraction. The bear is at least a thousand paces off.' The three sportsmen ran rapidly towards the animal, whom the firing had not disturbed. He seemed to be enormous, and without calculating the dangers of the attack, they began to rejoice in their conquest. Arrived within reasonable distance they fired again. The bear, mortally wounded, gave a great jump and fell at the foot of the mound. Dick threw himself upon it. "'That bear wasn't difficult to kill,' said the doctor. "'Only three shots,' added Bell, in a tone of disdain, and he's down. "'It's very singular,' said Johnson. "'Unless we arrived at the very moment when it was dying of old age,' said the doctor, laughing. So speaking the sportsmen reached the foot of the mound, and, to their great stupefaction, they found Dick with his fangs in the body of a white fox. "'Well, I never,' cried Bell. "'We kill a bear and a fox falls,' added the doctor. Johnson did not know what to say. "'Why,' said the doctor, with a roar of laughter, "'it's the refraction again.' "'What do you mean, Mr. Clawboney?' asked the carpenter. "'Why, it deceived us about the size as it did about the distance. It made us see a bear in a fox's skin.' "'Well,' answered Johnson. "'Now we've got him. We'll eat him.' Johnson was going to lift the fox onto his shoulders when he cried like Bell. "'Well, I never.' "'What is it?' asked the doctor. "'Look, Mr. Clawboney, look what the animals got on its neck. It's a collar, sure enough.' "'A collar,' echoed the doctor, leaning over the animal. A half-worn-out collar encircled the fox's neck, and the doctor thought he saw something engraved on it. He took it off and examined it. "'That bear is more than twelve years old, my friends,' said the doctor. "'It's one of James Ross's foxes, and the collar has been round its neck ever since 1848.' "'Is it possible?' cried Bell. "'There isn't a doubt about it, and I'm sorry we've shot the poor animal.' "'During his wintering, James Ross took a lot of white foxes in his traps, and had brass collars put round their necks, on which were engraved the whereabouts of his ships, the Enterprise and the Investigator, and the store magazines. He hoped one of them might fall into the hands of some of the men belonging to Franklin's expedition. The poor animal might have saved the lives of the ship's crews, and it has fallen under our balls.' "'Well, we won't eat him,' said Johnson, "'especially as he's twelve years old. "'Anyway, we'll keep his skin for curiosity's sake.' So saying, he lifted the animal on his shoulders, and they made their way to the ship, guided by the stars. Still their expedition was not quite fruitless. They bagged several brace of tarmogens. An hour before they reached the forward a phenomenon occurred which excited the astonishment of the doctor. It was a very rain of shooting stars. They could be counted by thousands like rockets in a display of fireworks. They pale the light of the moon, and the admirable spectacle lasted several hours. A like meteor was observed at Greenland and the Moravian Brothers in 1799. The doctor passed the whole night watching it till it ceased at seven in the morning amidst the profound silence of the atmosphere. End of section 25 Reading by Malone Chapter 26 Of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne Chapter 26 The Last Lump of Coal It seemed certain that no bears were to be had. Several seals were killed during the days of the 4th, 5th and 6th of November. Then the wind changed and the thermometer went up several degrees. But the snowdrifts began again with great violence. It became impossible to leave the vessel when the greatest precaution was needed to keep out the damp. At the end of the week there were several bushels of ice in the condensers. The weather changed again on the 15th of November and the thermometer under the influence of certain atmospheric conditions went down to 24 degrees below zero. It was the lowest temperature observed up till then. This cold would have been bearable in a quiet atmosphere but there was a strong wind which seemed to fill the atmosphere with sharp blades. The doctor was vexed at being kept prisoner for the ground was covered with snow made hard by the wind and was easy to walk upon. He wanted to attempt some long excursion. It is very difficult to work when it is so cold because of the shortness of breath it causes. A man can only do a quarter of his accustomed work. Iron implements become impossible to touch. If one is taken up without precaution it causes pain as bad as a burn and pieces of skin are left on it. The crew confined to the ship were obliged to walk for two hours on the covered deck where they were allowed to smoke which was not allowed in the common room. There directly the fire got low the ice invaded the walls and the joints in the flooring. Every bolt, nail or metal plate became immediately covered with a layer of ice. The doctor was amazed at the instantanity of the phenomenon. The breath of the men condensed in the air and passing quickly from a fluid to a solid state fell round them in snow. At a few feet only from the stoves the cold was intense and the men stood near the fire in a compact group. The doctor advised them to accustomed their skin to the temperature which would certainly get worse and he himself set the example. But most of them were too idle or too benumbed to follow his advice and preferred remaining in the unhealthy heat. However according to the doctor there was no danger in the abrupt changes of temperature in going from the warm room into the cold. It is only dangerous for people in perspiration but the doctor's lessons were thrown away on the greater part of the crew. As to Hatteras he did not seem to feel the influence of the temperature he walked silently about at his ordinary pace. Had the cold no empire over his strong constitution or did he possess in a supreme degree the natural heat he wished his sailors to have? Was he so armed in his one idea as to be insensible to exterior impressions? His men were profoundly astonished at seeing him facing the twenty-four degrees below zero. He left the ship for hours and came back without his face betraying the slightest mark of cold. He is a strange man, said the doctor to Johnson. He even astonishes me. He is one of the most powerful natures I have ever studied in my life. The fact is, answered Johnson, that he comes and goes in the open air without clothing himself more warmly than in the month of June. The question of clothes is not of much consequence, replied the doctor. It is of no use clothing people who do not produce heat naturally. It is the same as if we tried to warm a piece of ice by wrapping it up in a blanket. Hatteras does not want that. He has constituted so and I should not be surprised if being by his side were as good as being beside a stove. Johnson had the job of clearing the water hole the next day and remarked that the ice was more than ten feet thick. The doctor could observe magnificent aurora borealis almost every night. From four till eight p.m. the sky became slightly coloured in the north. Then this colouring took the regular form of a pale yellow border whose extremities seemed to buttress onto the ice field. Little by little the brilliant zone rose in the sky following the magnetic meridian and appeared striated with blackish bands, jets of some luminous matter augmenting and diminishing shot-out lengthways. The meteor, arrived at its zenith, was often composed of several bows bathed in floods of red, yellow or green light. It was a dazzling spectacle. Soon the different curves all joined in one point and formed boreal crowns of a heavenly richness. At last the bows joined. The splendid aurora faded. The intense rays melted into pale, vague, undetermined shades and the marvellous phenomenon, feeble and almost extinguished, fainted insensibly into the dark southern clouds. Nothing can equal the wonders of such a spectacle under the high latitudes, less than eight degrees from the pole. The aurora borealis, perceived in temperate regions, gives no idea of them, not even a feeble one. It seems as if Providence wished to reserve its most astonishing marvels for these climates. During the duration of the moon several images of her are seen in the sky, increasing her brilliancy. Often simple lunar halo surround her and she shines from the centre of her luminous circle with a splendid intensity. On the 26th of November there was a high tide and the water escaped with violence from the water-hole. The thick layer of ice was shaken by the rising of the sea and sinister crackings announced the submarine struggle. Happily the ship kept firm in her bed and her chains only were disturbed. Hatteras had had them fastened in anticipation of the event. The following days were still colder. There was a penetrating fog and the wind scattered the piled-up snow. It became difficult to see whether the whirlwinds began in the air and the ice-fields, confusion reigned. The crew were occupied in different works on board, the principle of which consisted in preparing the grease and oil produced by the seals. They had become blocks of ice which had to be broken with axes into little bits and ten barrels were thus preserved. All sorts of vessels were useless and the liquid they contained would only have broken them when the temperature changed. On the 28th the thermometer went down to 32 degrees below zero. There was only coal enough left for ten days and everyone looked forward to its disappearance with dread. Hatteras had the poop stove put out for economy's sake and from that time Shandon, the doctor and he stayed in the common room. Hatteras was thus brought into closer contact with the men who threw ferocious and stupefied looks at him. He heard their reproachers, their recriminations and even their threats and he could not punish them. But he seemed to be deaf to everything. He did not claim the place nearest the fire but stopped in a corner, his arms folded, never speaking. In spite of the doctor's recommendations Penn and his friends refused to take the least exercise. They passed whole days leaning against the stove or lying under the blankets of their hammocks. Their health soon began to suffer. They could not bear up against the fatal influence of the climate and the terrible scurvy made its appearance on board. The doctor had, however, begun some time ago to distribute lime juice and lime pastels every morning. But these preservatives, generally so aphasious had very little effect on the malady which soon presented the most horrible symptoms. The sight of the poor fellows whose nerves and muscles contracted with pain was pitiable. Their legs swelled in an extraordinary fashion and were covered with large blackish blue spots. Their bloody gums and ulcerated lips only gave passage to inarticulate sounds. The vitiated blood no longer went to the extremities. Clifton was the first attacked. Then Gripper, Brunton and Strong took to their hammocks. Those that the malady still spared could not lose sight of their sufferings. They were obliged to stay there and it was soon transformed into a hospital for out of eighteen sailors of the forward thirteen were attacked in a few days. Penn seemed destined to escape contagion. His vigorous nature preserved him from it. Shandon felt the first symptoms but they did not go further. An exercise kept the two in pretty good health. The doctor nursed the invalids with the greatest care and it made him miserable to see the sufferings he could not alleviate. He did all he could to keep his companions in good spirits. He talked to them, read to them and told them tales which his astonishing memory made it easy for him to do. He was often interrupted by the complaints and groans of the invalids and he stopped his talk to become once more the attentive and devoted doctor. His health kept up well. He did not get thinner and he used to say that it was a good thing for him that he was dressed like a seal or a wile who, thanks to its thick layer of fat easily supports the arctic atmosphere. Hatteras felt nothing, either physically or morally. Even the sufferings of his crew did not seem to touch him. Perhaps it was because he would not let his face betray his emotions but an attentive observer would have remarked that a man's heart beat beneath the iron envelope. The doctor analysed him, studied him but did not succeed in classifying so strange an organisation, a temperament so supernatural. The thermometer lowered again. The walk on deck was deserted. The Eskimo dogs alone frequented it, howling, lamentably. There was always one man on guard near the stove to keep up the fire. It was important not to let it go out. As soon as the fire got lower the cold glided into the room. Ice covered the walls and the humidity, rapidly condensed fell in snow on the unfortunate inhabitants of the brig. It was in the midst of these unutterable torches that the 8th of December was reached. That morning the doctor went as usual to consult the exterior thermometer. He found the mercury completely frozen. 44 degrees below zero he cried with terror and that day they threw the last lump of coal into the stove. End of Chapter 26 Recording by Steve Chilvers, Norwich, England Chapter 27 of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part 1 The English at the North Pole This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Malone The Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part 1 The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne Christmas There was then a movement of despair. The thought of death and death from cold appeared in all its horror. The last piece of coal burnt away as quickly as the rest and the temperature of the room lowered sensibly. But Johnson went to fetch some lumps of the new fuel which the marine animals had furnished him with and he stuffed it into the stove. He added some oakum, impregnated with frozen oil and soon obtained enough heat. The smell of the grease was aboundable but how could they get rid of it? It was obliged to get used to it. Johnson agreed that his expedient left much to wish for and would have no success in a Liverpool house. However, added he, the smell may have one good result. What's that? asked the Cormenter. It will attract the bears. They are very fond of the stink. And what do we want with bears? added Bell. Oh, Bell, we can't depend on the seals. They've disappeared for a good while to come. If the bears don't come to be turned into fuel too, I don't know what will become of us. There would be only one thing left, but I don't see how. The captain would never consent, but perhaps we shall be obliged. Johnson shook his head sadly and fell into a silent reverie, but Bell did not interrupt. He knew that their stock of grease would not last more than a week with the strictest economy. The boatsman was not mistaken. Several bears, attracted by the fetid exhalations, were signalled to the windward. The healthy men gave chase to them but they were extraordinarily quick and did not allow themselves to be approached. And the most skillful shots could not touch them. The ship's crew was seriously menaced with death from cold. It was impossible to resist such a temperature more than forty-eight hours, and everyone feared the end of the fuel. The dreaded moment arrived at three o'clock p.m. on the twentieth of December. The fire went out. The sailors looked at each other with haggard eyes. Hatteras remained immovable in his corner. The doctor as usual marched up and down in agitation. He was at his wit's end. The temperature of the room fell suddenly to seven degrees below zero. But if the doctor did not know what to do, some of the others did. Shandon, calm and resolute and pen, with anger in his eyes, and two or three of their comrades who could still walk, went up to Hatteras. Captain, said Shandon. Hatteras absorbed in thought, did not hear them. Captain, repeated Shandon, touching his hand. Hatteras drew himself up. What is it, he said? Our fire is out. What then, answered Hatteras? If you mean to kill us with cold, you had better say so, said Shandon, ironically. I mean, said Hatteras gravely, to require every man to do his duty to the end. There's something higher than duty, Captain. There's the right to one's own preservation. I repeat that the fire is out, and if it is not relighted, not one of us will be alive in two days. I have no fuel, answered Hatteras, with a hollow voice. Very well, cried Penn violently, if you have no fuel, we must take it where we can. Hatteras grew pale with anger. Where, said he? On board, answered the sailor, insolently. On board, echoed the captain, his fists clenched, his eyes sparkling. He had seized an axe, and he now raised it over Penn's head. Wretch, he cried. The doctor rushed between the captain and Penn. The axe fell to the ground, its sharp edge sinking into the flooring. Johnson, Bell, and Simpson were grouped around Hatteras, and appeared determined to give him their support. But lamentable and plenty of voices came from the beds. Some fire, give us some fire, cried the poor fellows. Hatteras made an effort and said calmly, if we destroy the brig, how shall we get back to England? We might burn some of the rigging in the gunnel, sir, said Johnson. Besides, we should still have the boats left, answered Shandon, and we could build a smaller vessel with the remains of the old one. Never, cried Hatteras. But began several sailors, raising their voices. We have a great quantity of spirits of wine, answered Hatteras. Burn that to the last drop. Ah, we didn't think of that, said Johnson, with affected cheerfulness, and by the help of large wicks steeped in spirits he succeeded in raising the temperature a few degrees. During the days that followed this melancholy scene the wind went round the south, and the thermometer went up. Some of the men could leave the vessel during the least damp part of the day. But Othalmia and Scurvy kept the greater number on board. Besides, neither fishing nor hunting was practicable. But it was only a short respite from the dreadful cold, and on the twenty-fifth, after an unexpected change in the wind, the mercury again froze. They were then obliged to have recourse to the spirits of wine thermometer, which never freezes. The doctor found it to his horror that it marked 66 degrees below zero. Men had never been able to support such a temperature. The ice spread itself in long tarnished mirrors on the floor. A thick fog invaded the common room. The damp fell and thick snow. They could no longer see one another. The extremities became blue as the heat of the body left them. A circle of iron seemed to be clasping their heads, and made them nearly delirious. A still more fearful symptom was that their tongues could no longer articulate a word. From the day they had threatened to burn his ship, Hatteras paced the deck for hours. He was guarding his treasures. The wood of the ship was his own flesh, however cut a piece off, cut one of his limbs. He was armed and mounted guard, insensible to the cold, the snow, and the ice, which stiffened his garments and enveloped him in granite armor. His faithful dick accompanied him and seemed to understand why he was there. However, on Christmas Day he went down to the common room. The doctor, taking advantage of what energy he had left, went straight to him and said, "'Hatteras, we shall all die if we get no fuel.'" "'Never,' said Hatteras, knowing what was coming. "'We must,' said the doctor gently. "'Never,' repeated Hatteras, with more emphasis still. "'I will never consent. "'They can disobey me if they like.'" Johnson and Bell took advantage of the half-permission and marched on deck. Hatteras heard the wood crack under the axe. He wept. What a Christmas Day for Englishmen was that on board the forward. The thought of the great difference between their position and that of the happy English families who were joist in their roast beef, plum pudding, and mince pies added another pang to the miseries of the unfortunate crew. However, the fire put a little hope and confidence into the men. The boiling of coffee and tea did them good, and the next week passed less miserably, ending the dreadful year 1860. Its early winter had defeated all Hatteras's plans. On the 1st of January, 1861, the doctor made a discovery. It was not quite so cold, and he had resumed his interrupted studies. He was reading Sir Edward Belcher's account of his expedition to the polar seas. All at once a passage struck him. He read it again and again. It was where Sir Edward Belcher relates that after reaching the extremity of Queen's Channel he had discovered important traces of the passage and residence of men. They were, said he, very superior habitations to those which might be attributed to the wandering Eskimo. The walls had foundations. The floors of the interior had been covered with a thick layer of fine gravel and were paved. Reindeer, seal, and walrus bones were seen in great quantities. We found some coal. At the last words the doctor was struck with an idea. He carried the book to Hatteras in the passage. They could not have found coal on this deserted coast, said Hatteras. It is not possible. Why should we doubt what Belcher says? He would not have recorded such a fact unless he had been certain and had seen it with his own eyes. And what then, doctor? We aren't a hundred miles from the coast where Belcher saw the coal. And what is a hundred miles excursion? Nothing, longer ones than that, have often been made across the ice. We will go, said Hatteras. Johnson was immediately told of their resolution, of which he strongly approved. He told his companions about it. Some were glad, others indifferent. Coal on those coasts, said Wall, stretched on his bed of pain. Let them go, answered Shandon mysteriously. Before Hatteras began his preparations for the journey, he wished to be exactly certain of the forward's position. He was obliged to be mathematically accurate as to her whereabouts because of finding her again. His task was very difficult. He went upon deck and took at different moments several lunar distances and the meridian heights of the principal stores. These observations were hard to make. For the glass and mirrors of the instrument were covered with ice from Hatteras's breath. He burnt his eyelashes more than once by touching the brass of the glasses. However, he obtained exact bases for his calculations and came down to make them in the room. When his work was over, he raised his head in astonishment, took his map, pricked it, and looked at the doctor. What is it, asked the latter? In what latitude were we at the beginning of our wandering? We were in latitude seventy-eight degrees fifteen minutes by longitude ninety-five degrees thirty-five minutes exactly at the frozen pole. Well, said Hatteras in a low tone, our ice field has been drifting. We are two degrees farther north and farther west and three hundred miles at least from your store of coal. And those poor fellows don't know, said the doctor. Hush, said Hatteras, putting his finger on his lips. End of section twenty-seven. Recording by Malone. CHAPTER XXVIII The Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part I. The English at the North Pole. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Adventures of Captain Hatteras. Part I. The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne. CHAPTER XXVIII PREPARATIONS FOR DEPARTURE Hatteras would not inform his crew of their situation, for if they had known that they had been dragged farther north, they would very likely have given themselves up to the madness of despair. The Captain had hidden his own emotions at his discovery. It was his first happy moment during the long months passed in struggling with the elements. He was a hundred and fifty miles farther north, scarcely eight degrees from the pole. But he hid his delight so profoundly that even the doctor did not suspect it. He wondered at seeing an unwanted brilliancy in the Captain's eyes, but that was all, and he never once thought of the reason. The forward, by getting nearer the pole, had got farther away from the coal repository observed by Sir Edward Belcher. Instead of one hundred, it lay at two hundred and fifty miles farther south. However, after a short discussion about it between Hatteras and Clorbonny, the journey was persisted in. If Belcher had written the truth, and there was no reason for doubting his veracity, they should find things exactly in the same state as he had left them, for no new expedition had gone to these extreme continents since 1853. There were few or no Eskimo to be met with in that latitude. They could not be disappointed on the coast of New Cornwall, as they had been on Beechie Island. The low temperature preserves the objects abandoned to its influence for any length of time. All probabilities were therefore in favour of this excursion across the ice. It was calculated that the expedition would take at the most forty days, and Johnson's preparations were made in consequence. The sledge was his first care. It was in the Greenland style, thirty-five inches wide and twenty-four feet long. The Eskimo often make them more than fifty feet long. This one was made of long planks, bent up front and back, and kept bent like a bow by two thick cords. The form, thus given to it, gave it increased resistance to shocks. It ran easily on the ice, but when the snow was soft on the ground it was put upon a frame. To make it glide more easily it was rubbed, Eskimo fashion, with sulphur and snow. Six dogs drew it, notwithstanding their leanness these animals did not appear to suffer from the cold. Their buckskin harness was in good condition and they could draw a weight of two thousand pounds without fatigue. The materials for encampment consisted of a tent. Should the construction of a snow-house be impossible, a large piece of macintosh to spread over the snow to prevent it melting in contact with the human body, and lastly several blankets and buffalo skins. They took the Hellcat boat too. The provisions consisted of five cases of pemicin, weighing about four hundred and fifty pounds. They counted one pound of pemicin for each man and each dog. There were seven dogs including Dick and four men. They also took twelve gallons of spirits of wine, that is to say about one hundred fifty pounds weight. A sufficient quantity of tea and biscuit, a portable kitchen with plenty of wicks, oakum, powder, ammunition, and two double-barreled guns. They also used Captain Perry's invention of India rubber belts in which the warmth of the body and the movement of walking keeps tea, coffee, and water in a liquid state. Johnson was very careful about the snowshoes. They are a sort of wooden pattern, fastened on with leather straps. When the ground was quite hard and frozen they could be replaced by Buckskin moccasins. Each traveller had two pairs of both. These preparations were important, for any detail omitted might occasion the loss of an expedition. They took four whole days. Each day at noon Hatteras took care to set the position of his ship. They had ceased to drift. He was obliged to be certain in order to get back. He next set about choosing the men he should take with him. Some of them were not fit either to take or leave. But the captain decided to take none but sure companions, as the common safety depended upon the success of the excursion. Shandon was, therefore, excluded, which he did not seem to regret. James Wall was ill in bed. The state of the sick got no worse, however, and as the only thing to do for them was to rub them with lime juice and give them doses of it, the doctor was not obliged to stop, and he made one of the travellers. Johnson very much wished to accompany the captain to his perilous enterprise, but Hatteras took him aside and said in an affectionate tone, Johnson, I have confidence in you alone. You are the only officer in whose hands I can leave my ship. I must know that you are there to overlook Shandon and the others. They are kept prisoners here by the winter, but I believe them capable of anything. You will be furnished with my formal instructions, which, in case of need, will give you the command. You will take my place entirely. Our absence will last four or five weeks at the most. I shall not be anxious knowing you are where I cannot be. You must have wood, Johnson, I know, but as far as possible spare my poor ship. Do you understand me, Johnson? Yes, sir," answered the old sailor. I'll stop if you wish. Thank you," said Hatteras, shaking the Boson's hand, and if we don't come back, wait for the next breaking up time and try to push forward towards the pole. But if the others won't go, don't mind us and take the forward back to England. Are those your last commands, Captain? Yes, my express commands," answered Hatteras. Very well, sir, they shall be carried out," said Johnson simply. The doctor regretted his friend, but he thought Hatteras had acted wisely in leaving him. Their other two travelling companions were Bell, the carpenter, and Simpson. The former was in good health, brave, and devoted, and was the right man to render service during the encampments on the snow. Simpson was not so sure, but he accepted a share in the expedition, and his hunting and fishing capabilities might be of the greatest use. The expedition consisted, therefore, of four men, Hatteras, Claw Bonney, Bell, and Simpson, and seven dogs. The provisions had been calculated in consequence. During the first days of January the temperature kept at an average of 33 degrees below zero. Hatteras was very anxious for the weather to change. He often consulted the barometer, but it is of little use in such high latitudes. A clear sky in these regions does not always bring cold, and the snow does not make the temperature rise. The barometer is uncertain. It goes down with the north and east winds. Low, it brought fine weather. High, snow or rain. Its indications could not, therefore, be relied upon. At last, on January 5th, the mercury rose to 18 degrees below zero, and Hatteras resolved to start the next day. He could not bear to see his ship burn piece by piece before his eyes. All the poop had gone into the stove. On the 6th, then, in the midst of whirlwinds of snow, the order for departure was given. The doctor gave his last orders about the sick. Bell and Simpson shook hands silently with their companions. Hatteras wished to say his good-byes aloud, but he saw himself surrounded by evil looks and thought he saw Shandon smile ironically. He was silent and perhaps hesitated for an instant about leaving the forward, but it was too late to turn back. The loaded sledge, with the dog's harness to it, awaited him on the ice-field. Bell started the first, the others followed. Johnson accompanied the travellers for a quarter of a mile, then Hatteras begged him to return on board, and the old sailor went back after making a long farewell gesture. At that moment Hatteras turned a last look towards the brig and saw the extremity of her mass disappear in the dark clouds of the sky. End of Chapter 28 Recording by Steve Chilvers, Norwich, England Chapter 29 of The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libervox.org. Recording by Pam Castillo The Adventures of Captain Hatteras Part 1 The English at the North Pole By Jules Verne Chapter 29 Across the Ice The little troop descended towards the southeast. Simpson drove the sledge. Dick helped him with zeal and did not seem astonished at the new occupation of his companions. Hatteras and the doctor walked behind, whilst Bell went on in front, sounding the ice with his iron-tipped stick. The rising of the thermometer indicated approaching snow. It soon fell in thick flakes and made the journey difficult for the travellers. It made them deviate from the straight line and obliged them to walk slower, but on an average they made three miles an hour. The surface of the ice was unequal and the sledge was often in danger of being overturned, but by great care it was kept upright. Hatteras and his companions were clothed in skins more useful than elegant. Their heads and faces were covered with hoods, their mouths, eyes and noses alone coming into contact with the air. If they had not been exposed the breath would have frozen their coverings and they would have been obliged to take them off with the help of an axe, an awkward way of addressing. The interminable plane kept on with fatiguing monotony, icebergs of uniform aspect and hummocks whose irregularity ended by seeming always the same, blocks cast in the same mold and icebergs between which torturous valleys wound. The travellers spoke little and marched on, compass in hand. It is painful to open one's mouth in such an atmosphere. Sharp icicles form immediately between one's lips and the breath is not warm enough to melt them. Bell's steps were marked in the soft ground and they followed them attentively certain of being able to go where he had been before. Numerous traces of bears and foxes crossed their path but not an animal was seen that day. It would have been dangerous and useless to haunt them as the sledge was sufficiently freighted. Generally in this sort of excursion travellers leave provision stores along their route. They place them in hiding places of snow out of reach of animals, unload during the journey and take up the provisions on their return. But Hatteras could not venture to do this on movable ice fields and the uncertainty of the route made the return very exceedingly problematic. At noon Hatteras caused his little troop to halt under shelter of an ice wall. Their breakfast consisted of Pimkin and boiling tea. The latter beverage comforted the cold wayfarers. They set out again after an hour's rest. The first day they walked about twenty miles and in the evening both men and dogs were exhausted. However, notwithstanding their fatigue obliged to construct a snowhouse in which to pass the night. It took about an hour and a half to build. Bell showed himself very skillful. The ice blocks were cut out and placed above one another in the form of a dome. A large block at the top made the vault. Snow served for mortar and filled up the chinks. It soon hardened and made a single block of the entire structure. It was reached by a narrow opening through which the doctor squeezed himself painfully and the others followed him. The supper was rapidly prepared with spirits of wine. The interior temperature of the snowhouse was bearable as the wind which raged outside could not penetrate. When their repast which was always the same was over they began to think of sleep. A macintosh was spread over the floor and kept them from the damp. The walkings and shoes were dried by the portable grate and then three of the travelers wrapped themselves up in their blankets leaving the force to keep watch. He watched over the common safety and prevented the opening getting blocked up. For if it did they would be buried alive. Dick shared the snowhouse the other dogs remained outside and after their supper they squatted down in the snow which made them a blanket. They were tired out with their days walk and soon slept. The doctor took his turn on guard at three o'clock in the morning. There was a tempest during the night the gust of which thickened the walls of the snowhouse. The next day at six o'clock they set out again on their monotonous march. The temperature lowered several degrees and hardened the ground so that walking was easier. They often met with mounds or cans something like the Esquimo hiding places. The doctor had one demolished and found nothing but a block of ice. What did you expect, Claubani? said Hatteras. Are we not the first men who have set foot here? It's very likely we are, but who knows? answered the doctor. I do not want to lose my time in useless search, continued the captain. I want to be quick back to my ship even if we don't find the fuel. I believe we are certain of doing that, said the doctor. I often wish I had not left the forward, said Hatteras. Captain's place is on board. Johnson is there. Yes, but—well, we must make haste, that's all. The procession marched along rapidly. Simpson excited the dogs by calling to them. In consequence of a phosphorescent phenomenon they seemed to be running on a ground in flames and the sledges seemed to raise a dust of sparks. The doctor went on in front to examine the state of the snow, but all at once he disappeared. Bell, who was nearest to him, ran up. Well, Mr. Claubani, he called out in anxiety. Where are you? Doctor, called the captain. Here, in a hole, answered a reassuring voice. Throw me a cord and I shall soon be on the surface of the globe again. They threw a cord to the doctor who was at the bottom of a hole about ten feet deep. He fastened it round his waist and his companions hauled him up with difficulty. Are you hurt? asked Hatteras. Not a bit, answered the doctor, shaking his kind face, all covered with snow. But how did you tumble down there? Oh, it was the refraction's fault, he answered, laughing. I thought I was stepping across about a foot's distance and I fell into a hole ten feet deep. I never shall get used to it. It will teach us to sound every step before we advance. Ears here and eyes see all topsy-turvy in this enchanted spot. Can you go on, asked the captain. Oh, yes, the little fall has done me more good than harm. In the evening the travelers had marched twenty-five miles. They were worn out, but it did not prevent the doctor climbing up an iceberg while the snow-house was being built. The full moon shone with extraordinary brilliancy in the clearest sky. The stars were singularly bright. From the top of the iceberg the views stretched over an immense plain, bristling with icebergs. They were of all sizes and shapes and made the field look like a vast cemetery in which twenty generations slept the sleep of death. Notwithstanding the cold the doctor remained a long time in contemplation of the spectacle and his companions had much trouble to get him away. But they were obliged to think of rest, the snow hut was ready, the four companions burrowed into it like moles and soon slept the sleep of the just. The next day and the following months passed without any particular incident. The journey was easy or difficult according to the weather. When it was cold and clear they wore their moccasins and advanced rapidly. When damp and penetrating their snowshoes and made little way. They reached thus the fifteenth of January. The moon was in her last quarter and was only visible for a short time. The sun, though still hidden below the horizon, gave six hours of a sort of twilight not sufficient to see the way by. They were obliged to stake it out according to the direction given by the compass. Bell led the way. Hatteras marched in a straight line behind him, then Simpson and the doctor, taking it in turns so as only to see Hatteras and keep in a straight line. But notwithstanding all their precautions they deviated sometimes thirty or forty degrees. They were then obliged to stake it out again. On Sunday the fifteenth of January Hatteras considered he had made a hundred miles to the south. The morning was concentrated to the bending of different articles of clothing and encampment. Divine service was not forgotten. They set out again at noon. The temperature was cold. The thermometer marked only thirty-two degrees below zero in a very clear atmosphere. All at once, without warning of any kind, a vapor rose from the ground in a complete state of congliation, reaching a height of about ninety feet and remaining stationary. They could not see a foot before them. It clung to their clothing and bristled it with ice. Our travellers, surprised by the frost rhyme, had all the same idea, that of getting near one another. They called out, Bell, Simpson, this way, doctor, where are you, captain? But no answers were heard. The vapor did not conduct sound. They all fired as a sign of rallying, but if the sound of the voice appeared too weak, the detonation of the firearms was too strong, for it was echoed in all directions and produced a confused rumble without appreciable direction. Each acted then according to his instincts. Hatteras stopped, folded his arms, and waited. Simpson contented himself with stopping his sledge. Bell retraced his steps, feeling the traces with his hands. The doctor ran hither and thither, bumping against the icebergs, falling down, getting up, and losing himself more and more. At the end of five minutes he said, I can't go on like this. What a queer climate. It changes too suddenly and the icicles are cutting my face. Captain, I say, captain! But he obtained no answer. He discharged his gun and, notwithstanding his thick gloves, burnt his hand with the trigger. During this operation he thought he saw a confused mass moving at a few steps from him. At last he said, Hatteras, Bell, Simpson, is it you? Answer, do. A hollow growl was the only answer. Whatever is that, thought the doctor. The mass approached and its outline was more distinctly seen. Why, it's a bear, thought the terrified doctor. It was a bear, lost too in the frost-rime, passing within a few steps of the men of whose existence it was ignorant. The doctor saw its enormous paws beating the air and did not like the situation. He jumped back and the mass disappeared like a phantom. The doctor felt the ground rising under his feet, climbing on all fours. He got to the top of a block, then another, feeling the end with his stick. It's an iceberg, he said to himself. If I get to the top I shall be saved. So saying he climbed to a height of about eighty feet. His head was higher than the frozen fog, of which he could clearly see the top. As he looked round he saw the heads of his three companions emerging from the dense fluid. Hatteras, Doctor, Belle, Simpson. The four names were all shouted at the same time. The sky lightened by a magnificent halo through pale rays which colored the frost-rime like clouds and the summits of the icebergs seemed to emerge from liquid silver. The travellers found themselves circumscribed by a circle less than a hundred feet in diameter. Thanks to the purity of the upper layers of air they could hear each other distinctly and could talk from the top of their icebergs. After the first shouts they had all thought the best thing they could do was to climb. The sledge cried the captain. It's eighty feet below us, answered Simpson. In what condition? In good condition! What about the bear? asked the doctor. What bear? asked Belle. The bear that nearly broke my head, answered the doctor. If there is a bear we must go down, said Hatteras. If we do we shall get lost again, said the doctor. And our dogs, said Hatteras. At this moment Dick's bark was heard through the fog. That's Dick, said Hatteras. There's something up. I shall go down. Grows and barks were heard in a fearful chorus. In the fog it sounded like an immense humming in a wadded room. Some struggle was evidently going on. Dick, Dick! cried the captain, re-entering the frost rhyme. Wait a minute, Hatteras. I believe the fog is clearing off, called out the doctor. So it was, but lowering like the waters of a pond that is being emptied it seemed to enter the ground from Winston's spraying. The shining summits of the icebergs grew above it. Others submerged till then came out like new islands. By an optical illusion the travelers seemed to be mounting with their icebergs above the fog. Soon the top of the sledge appeared, then the dogs, then about thirty other animals, then enormous moving masses and Dick jumping about in and out of the fog. Foxes! cried Bell. Bears! shouted the doctor. Five! Our dogs, our provisions! cried Simpson. A band of foxes and bears had attacked the sledge and were making havoc with the provisions. The instinct of pillage made them agree. The dogs barked furiously, but the herd took no notice and the scene of destruction was lamentable. Fire! cried the captain, discharging his gun. His companions imitated him. Upon hearing the quadruple detonation the bears raised their heads and with a comical growl gave the signal for departure. They went faster than a horse could gallop and followed by the herd of foxes soon disappeared amongst the northern icebergs. End of Chapter 29. Recording by Pam Castile.