The doctor was right in stating that the temperature was lowering; the thermometer at noon only indicated 6 degrees, and a north-west breeze was getting up, which, although it cleared the sky, a.s.sisted the current in precipitating the floating ma.s.ses of ice into the path of the _Forward_. All of them did not obey the same impulsion, and it was not uncommon to encounter some of the highest ma.s.ses drifting in an opposite direction, seized at their base by an undercurrent.
It is easy to understand the difficulties of this kind of navigation; the engineers had not a minute"s rest; the engines were worked from the deck by means of levers, which opened, stopped, and reversed them according to the orders of the officers on watch. Sometimes the brig had to hasten through an opening in the ice-fields, sometimes to struggle against the swiftness of an iceberg which threatened to close the only practicable issue, or, again, some block, suddenly overthrown, compelled the brig to back quickly so as not to be crushed to pieces. This ma.s.s of ice, carried along, broken up and amalgamated by the northern current, crushed up the pa.s.sage, and if seized by the frost would oppose an impa.s.sable barrier to the pa.s.sage of the _Forward_.
Birds were found in innumerable quant.i.ties on these coasts, petrels and other sea-birds fluttered about here and there with deafening cries, a great number of big-headed, short-necked sea-gulls were amongst them; they spread out their long wings and braved in their play the snow whipped by the hurricane. This animation of the winged tribe made the landscape more lively.
Numerous pieces of wood were floating to leeway, clashing with noise; a few enormous, bloated-headed sharks approached the vessel, but there was no question of chasing them, although Simpson, the harpooner, was longing to have a hit at them. Towards evening several seals made their appearance, nose above water, swimming between the blocks.
On the 22nd the temperature again lowered; the _Forward_ put on all steam to catch the favourable pa.s.ses: the wind was decidedly fixed in the north-west; all sails were furled.
During that day, which was Sunday, the sailors had little to do. After the reading of Divine service, which was conducted by Shandon, the crew gave chase to sea-birds, of which they caught a great number.
They were suitably prepared according to the doctor"s method, and furnished an agreeable increase of provisions to the tables of the officers and crew.
At three o"clock in the afternoon the _Forward_ had attained Thin de Sael, Sukkertop Mountain; the sea was very rough; from time to time a vast and inopportune fog fell from the grey sky; however, at noon an exact observation could be taken. The vessel was in 65 degrees 20 minutes lat.i.tude by 54 degrees 22 minutes longitude. It was necessary to attain two degrees more in order to meet with freer and more favourable navigation.
During the three following days, the 24th, 25th, and 26th of April, the _Forward_ had a continual struggle with the ice; the working of the machines became very fatiguing. The steam was turned off quickly or got up again at a moment"s notice, and escaped whistling from its valves. During the thick mist the nearing of icebergs was only known by dull thundering produced by the avalanches; the brig was instantly veered; it ran the risk of being crushed against the heaps of fresh-water ice, remarkable for its crystal transparency, and as hard as a rock.
Richard Shandon never missed completing his provision of water by embarking several tons of ice every day. The doctor could not accustom himself to the optical delusions that refraction produces on these coasts. An iceberg sometimes appeared to him like a small white lump within reach, when it was at least at ten or twelve miles" distance.
He endeavoured to accustom his eyesight to this singular phenomenon, so that he might be able to correct its errors rapidly.
At last the crew were completely worn out by their labours in hauling the vessel alongside of the ice-fields and by keeping it free from the most menacing blocks by the aid of long perches. Nevertheless, the _Forward_ was still held back in the impa.s.sable limits of the Polar Circle on Friday, the 27th of April.
CHAPTER VIII
GOSSIP OF THE CREW
However, the _Forward_ managed, by cunningly slipping into narrow pa.s.sages, to gain a few more minutes north; but instead of avoiding the enemy, it was soon necessary to attack it. The ice-fields, several miles in extent, were getting nearer, and as these moving heaps often represent a pressure of more than ten millions of tons, it was necessary to give a wide berth to their embraces. The ice-saws were at once installed in the interior of the vessel, in such a manner as to facilitate immediate use of them. Part of the crew philosophically accepted their hard work, but the other complained of it, if it did not refuse to obey. At the same time that they a.s.sisted in the installation of the instruments, Garry, Bolton, Pen and Gripper exchanged their opinions.
"By Jingo!" said Bolton gaily, "I don"t know why the thought strikes me that there"s a very jolly tavern in Water-street where it"s comfortable to be between a gla.s.s of gin and a bottle of porter. Can"t you imagine it, Gripper?"
"To tell you the truth," quickly answered the questioned sailor, who generally professed to be in a bad temper, "I don"t imagine it here."
"It"s for the sake of talking, Gripper; it"s evident that the snow towns Dr. Clawbonny admires so don"t contain the least public where a poor sailor can get a half-pint of brandy."
"That"s sure enough, Bolton; and you may as well add that there"s nothing worth drinking here. It"s a nice idea to deprive men of their grog when they are in the Northern Seas."
"But you know," said Garry, "that the doctor told us it was to prevent us getting the scurvy. It"s the only way to make us go far."
"But I don"t want to go far, Garry; it"s pretty well to have come this far without trying to go where the devil is determined we shan"t."
"Well, we shan"t go, that"s all," replied Pen. "I declare I"ve almost forgotten the taste of gin."
"But remember what the doctor says," replied Bolton.
"It"s all very fine for them to talk. It remains to be seen if it isn"t an excuse for being skinny with the drink."
"Pen may be right, after all," said Gripper.
"His nose is too red for that," answered Bolton. "Pen needn"t grumble if it loses a little of its colour in the voyage."
"What"s my nose got to do with you?" sharply replied the sailor, attacked in the most sensitive place. "My nose doesn"t need any of your remarks; take care of your own."
"Now, then, don"t get angry, Pen; I didn"t know your nose was so touchy.
I like a gla.s.s of whisky as well as anybody, especially in such a temperature; but if I know it"ll do me more harm than good, I go without."
"You go without," said Warren, the stoker; "but everyone don"t go without."
"What do you mean, Warren?" asked Garry, looking fixedly at him.
"I mean that for some reason or other there are spirits on board, and I know they don"t go without in the stern."
"And how do you know that?" asked Garry.
Warren did not know what to say: he talked for the sake of talking.
"You see Warren don"t know anything about it, Garry," said Bolton.
"Well," said Pen, "we"ll ask the commander for a ration of gin; we"ve earned it well and we"ll see what he says."
"I wouldn"t if I were you," answered Garry.
"Why?" cried Pen and Gripper.
"Because he"ll refuse. You knew you weren"t to have any when you enlisted; you should have thought of it then."
"Besides," replied Bolton, who took Garry"s part because he liked his character, "Richard Shandon isn"t master on board; he obeys, like us."
"Who is master if he isn"t?"
"The captain."
"Always that unfortunate captain!" exclaimed Pen. "Don"t you see that on these ice-banks there"s no more a captain than there is a public?
It"s a polite way of refusing us what we"ve a right to claim."
"But if there"s a captain," replied Bolton, "I"ll bet two months"
pay we shall see him before long."
"I should like to tell the captain a bit of my mind," said Pen.
"Who"s talking about the captain?" said a new-comer. It was Clifton, the sailor, a superst.i.tious and envious man. "Is anything new known about the captain?" he asked.
"No," they all answered at once.
"Well, I believe we shall find him one fine morning installed in his cabin, and no one will know how he got there."
"Get along, do!" replied Bolton. "Why, Clifton, you imagine that he"s a hobgoblin--a sort of wild child of the Highlands."