This total absence of night was not, however, very apparent, for the fog, rain, and snow sometimes enveloped the ship in real darkness.
Jean Cornb.u.t.te, who was resolved to advance as far as possible, began to take measures of health. The s.p.a.ce between decks was securely enclosed, and every morning care was taken to ventilate it with fresh air. The stoves were installed, and the pipes so disposed as to yield as much heat as possible. The sailors were advised to wear only one woollen shirt over their cotton shirts, and to hermetically close their seal cloaks. The fires were not yet lighted, for it was important to reserve the wood and charcoal for the most intense cold.
Warm beverages, such as coffee and tea, were regularly distributed to the sailors morning and evening; and as it was important to live on meat, they shot ducks and teal, which abounded in these parts.
Jean Cornb.u.t.te also placed at the summit of the mainmast a "crow"s nest," a sort of cask staved in at one end, in which a look-out remained constantly, to observe the icefields.
Two days after the brig had lost sight of Liverpool Island the temperature became suddenly colder under the influence of a dry wind. Some indications of winter were perceived. The ship had not a moment to lose, for soon the way would be entirely closed to her. She advanced across the straits, among which lay ice-plains thirty feet thick.
On the morning of the 3rd of September the "Jeune-Hardie" reached the head of Gael-Hamkes Bay. Land was then thirty miles to the leeward. It was the first time that the brig had stopped before a ma.s.s of ice which offered no outlet, and which was at least a mile wide. The saws must now be used to cut the ice. Penellan, Aupic, Gradlin, and Turquiette were chosen to work the saws, which had been carried outside the ship. The direction of the cutting was so determined that the current might carry off the pieces detached from the ma.s.s. The whole crew worked at this task for nearly twenty hours. They found it very painful to remain on the ice, and were often obliged to plunge into the water up to their middle; their seal-skin garments protected them but imperfectly from the damp.
Moreover all excessive toil in those high lat.i.tudes is soon followed by an overwhelming weariness; for the breath soon fails, and the strongest are forced to rest at frequent intervals.
At last the navigation became free, and the brig was towed beyond the ma.s.s which had so long obstructed her course.
CHAPTER VI.
THE QUAKING OF THE ICE.
For several days the "Jeune-Hardie" struggled against formidable obstacles. The crew were almost all the time at work with the saws, and often powder had to be used to blow up the enormous blocks of ice which closed the way.
On the 12th of September the sea consisted of one solid plain, without outlet or pa.s.sage, surrounding the vessel on all sides, so that she could neither advance nor retreat. The temperature remained at an average of sixteen degrees below zero. The winter season had come on, with its sufferings and dangers.
[Ill.u.s.tration: On the 12th of September the sea consisted of one solid plain.]
The "Jeune-Hardie" was then near the 21st degree of longitude west and the 76th degree of lat.i.tude north, at the entrance of Gael-Hamkes Bay.
Jean Cornb.u.t.te made his preliminary preparations for wintering.
He first searched for a creek whose position would shelter the ship from the wind and breaking up of the ice. Land, which was probably thirty miles west, could alone offer him secure shelter, and he resolved to attempt to reach it.
He set out on the 12th of September, accompanied by Andre Vasling, Penellan, and the two sailors Gradlin and Turquiette.
Each man carried provisions for two days, for it was not likely that their expedition would occupy a longer time, and they were supplied with skins on which to sleep.
Snow had fallen in great abundance and was not yet frozen over; and this delayed them seriously. They often sank to their waists, and could only advance very cautiously, for fear of falling into crevices. Penellan, who walked in front, carefully sounded each depression with his iron-pointed staff.
About five in the evening the fog began to thicken, and the little band were forced to stop. Penellan looked about for an iceberg which might shelter them from the wind, and after refreshing themselves, with regrets that they had no warm drink, they spread their skins on the snow, wrapped themselves up, lay close to each other, and soon dropped asleep from sheer fatigue.
The next morning Jean Cornb.u.t.te and his companions were buried beneath a bed of snow more than a foot deep. Happily their skins, perfectly impermeable, had preserved them, and the snow itself had aided in retaining their heat, which it prevented from escaping.
The captain gave the signal of departure, and about noon they at last descried the coast, which at first they could scarcely distinguish. High ledges of ice, cut perpendicularly, rose on the sh.o.r.e; their variegated summits, of all forms and shapes, reproduced on a large scale the phenomena of crystallization.
Myriads of aquatic fowl flew about at the approach of the party, and the seals, lazily lying on the ice, plunged hurriedly into the depths.
"I" faith!" said Penellan, "we shall not want for either furs or game!"
"Those animals," returned Cornb.u.t.te, "give every evidence of having been already visited by men; for in places totally uninhabited they would not be so wild."
"None but Greenlanders frequent these parts," said Andre Vasling.
"I see no trace of their pa.s.sage, however; neither any encampment nor the smallest hut," said Penellan, who had climbed up a high peak. "O captain!" he continued, "come here! I see a point of land which will shelter us splendidly from the north-east wind."
"Come along, boys!" said Jean Cornb.u.t.te.
His companions followed him, and they soon rejoined Penellan. The sailor had said what was true. An elevated point of land jutted out like a promontory, and curving towards the coast, formed a little inlet of a mile in width at most. Some moving ice-blocks, broken by this point, floated in the midst, and the sea, sheltered from the colder winds, was not yet entirely frozen over.
This was an excellent spot for wintering, and it only remained to get the ship thither. Jean Cornb.u.t.te remarked that the neighbouring ice-field was very thick, and it seemed very difficult to cut a ca.n.a.l to bring the brig to its destination. Some other creek, then, must be found; it was in vain that he explored northward. The coast remained steep and abrupt for a long distance, and beyond the point it was directly exposed to the attacks of the east-wind. The circ.u.mstance disconcerted the captain all the more because Andre Vasling used strong arguments to show how bad the situation was. Penellan, in this dilemma, found it difficult to convince himself that all was for the best.
But one chance remained--to seek a shelter on the southern side of the coast. This was to return on their path, but hesitation was useless. The little band returned rapidly in the direction of the ship, as their provisions had begun to run short. Jean Cornb.u.t.te searched for some practicable pa.s.sage, or at least some fissure by which a ca.n.a.l might be cut across the ice-fields, all along the route, but in vain.
Towards evening the sailors came to the same place where they had encamped over night. There had been no snow during the day, and they could recognize the imprint of their bodies on the ice. They again disposed themselves to sleep with their furs.
Penellan, much disturbed by the bad success of the expedition, was sleeping restlessly, when, at a waking moment, his attention was attracted by a dull rumbling. He listened attentively, and the rumbling seemed so strange that he nudged Jean Cornb.u.t.te with his elbow.
"What is that?" said the latter, whose mind, according to a sailor"s habit, was awake as soon as his body.
"Listen, captain."
The noise increased, with perceptible violence.
"It cannot be thunder, in so high a lat.i.tude," said Cornb.u.t.te, rising.
"I think we have come across some white bears," replied Penellan.
"The devil! We have not seen any yet."
"Sooner or later, we must have expected a visit from them. Let us give them a good reception."
Penellan, armed with a gun, lightly crossed the ledge which sheltered them. The darkness was very dense; he could discover nothing; but a new incident soon showed him that the cause of the noise did not proceed from around them.
Jean Cornb.u.t.te rejoined him, and they observed with terror that this rumbling, which awakened their companions, came from beneath them.
A new kind of peril menaced them. To the noise, which resembled peals of thunder, was added a distinct undulating motion of the ice-field. Several of the party lost their balance and fell.
"Attention!" cried Penellan.
"Yes!" some one responded.
"Turquiette! Gradlin! where are you?"
"Here I am!" responded Turquiette, shaking off the snow with which he was covered.
"This way, Vasling," cried Cornb.u.t.te to the mate. "And Gradlin?"
"Present, captain. But we are lost!" shouted Gradlin, in fright.