"How can we prevent it?" spluttered Alf, shaking the wet hair off his face.
"Ease your fingers a bit. There; hold on." As he spoke the Captain gave a slight pull on the regulating line. The kite at once caught the wind and soared, giving the two operators an awful tug, which nearly overturned them again.
"Too much," growled the Captain. "You see it takes some experience to regulate the excitable thing properly. There, now, haul away for the sh.o.r.e."
By this time they were joined by Leo and Chingatok, who ran into the water and aided them in dragging the refractory machine ash.o.r.e.
"That"s a vigorous beginning, father," remarked Benjy as they came to land.
"It is, my boy. Go and fetch me dry clothes while we haul in the kite and make her snug."
"When do you mean to start?" asked Leo, as he coiled away the slack of the line on the reel.
"The first steady fair wind that blows from the south," answered the Captain, "but we must have one or two experimental trials of the kites and boats together, before we set out on the real voyage."
"It"s a capital idea," returned Leo enthusiastically. "There"s a sort of neck-or-nothing dash about it that quite suits me. But, uncle, what of the Eskimos? The three boats won"t carry the half of them."
"I know that, lad, and shall get over the difficulty by leaving some of them behind. Chingatok says they are quite able to take care of themselves; can easily regain the Greenland sh.o.r.e, find their canoes, or make new ones, and return to their own land if they choose."
"But, uncle," said Alf, who was by no means as reckless as his brother, "don"t you think it"s rather risky to go off into an unknown sea in open boats, for no one knows how long, to go no one knows exactly where?"
"Why, Alf," returned the Captain with a laugh, "if you were as stupid about your scientific pursuits as you are about geographical affairs, you would not be worth your salt. A sea"s a sea, isn"t it, whether known or unknown, and the laws that affect all seas are pretty much alike. Of course it is risky. So is going on a forlorn hope. So is shooting with a set of fellows who don"t know how to manage their guns.
So is getting on a horse, for it may kick you off or run away. So is eating fish, for you may choke yourself. Everything, almost, is more or less risky. You _must_ risk something if you"d discover the North Pole, which has baffled adventurers from the days of Adam till now. And you are wrong in saying that we shall go off for no one knows how long. The distance from this island to the Pole is pretty nearly 200 miles. If our kites carry us along at the rate of ten miles an hour, we shall cover the distance in 20 hours. If we have calms or contrary winds we may take 20 days. If storms come, we have not much to fear, for the weather is warm,--so, too,--is the water. Then, our boats are lifeboats--they cannot sink. As to not knowing where exactly we are going, why, man, we"re going to the North Pole. Everybody knows where that is, and we are going to the home of Chingatok, which cannot be very far from it."
"There, Alf, I hope you are sufficiently answered," said Leo, as he undid the locking-gear of the kite, which by that time lay p.r.o.ne on its face, as peaceful as a lamb.
The next three days were spent in flying the other kites, tying them on the boats, acquiring experience, and making preparations for the voyage.
It was found that, with a moderate breeze, the kites towed the boats at the rate of ten miles an hour, which was beyond the most sanguine hopes of the Captain. Of course they could not beat to windward with them, but they could sail with a considerable slant, and they prevented the boats, while thus advancing, from making much leeway by means of deep _leeboards_, such as are used even at the present day by Dutch ships.
"But I can"t understand," said Benjy, after several trials had been made, "why you should not have fitted sails to the boats, instead of kites."
"Because a sail only a quarter the size of a kite would upset the boat,"
said the Captain, "and one small enough to suit it would be little better than a pair of oars. This kite system is like fitting a gigantic sail to a lilliputian boat, d"ye see?"
"I see, father. But I wish it had been a balloon. It would have been greater fun to have gone to the Pole in a balloon!"
"A balloon will never go there, nor anywhere else, Benjy, except where the wind carries it, for a balloon cannot be steered. It"s impossible in the nature of things--as much so as that dream of the visionary, perpetual motion."
On the fourth day after their arrival at Great Hope Island the wind blew strong and steady from the south, and the explorers prepared to start.
The Eskimos had been told that they were to remain behind and shift for themselves--a piece of news which did not seem to affect them at all, one way or other. Those who were selected to go with the explorers were perfectly willing to do so. Chingatok, of course, was particularly ready. So were his corpulent mother and Tekkona and Oblooria; so also were Oolichuk, Ivitchuk, and Akeetolik.
It was a splendid sunny afternoon when the kites were finally flown and attached to the three boats which were commanded respectively by the Captain Leo, and Alf. These three sat at the bow of each boat manipulating the regulators, and keeping the kites fluttering, while the goods and provisions were put on board. Then the Eskimo women and crews stepped in, and the stern ropes were cast loose.
"Let go the check-strings!" shouted the Captain.
This was done. The huge kites began to strain at once, and the india-rubber boats went rushing out to sea, leaving the remainder of the Eskimo band speechless on the sh.o.r.e. They stood there motionless, with open mouths and eyes, the very embodiment of unbelieving wonder, till the boats had disappeared on the horizon.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
THE OPEN POLAR BASIN AT LAST! ALF WASHES HIMSELF IN IT.
Who can imagine or describe the feelings of Captain Vane and his young relatives on finding themselves sweeping at such a magnificent rate over the great Polar basin?--that mysterious sea, which some believe to be a sea of thick-ribbed ice, and others suppose to be no sea at all, but dry land covered with eternal snows. One theorist even goes the length of saying that the region immediately around the Pole is absolutely nothing at all!--only empty s.p.a.ce caused by the whirling of the earth,--a s.p.a.ce which extends through its centre from pole to pole!
Much amus.e.m.e.nt did the Captain derive from the contemplation of these theories as he crossed over the grand and boundless ocean, and chatted pleasantly with his son, or Chingatok, or Toolooha, who formed the crew of his little boat.
The party consisted of thirteen, all told. These were distributed as follows:--
In the Captain"s boat were the three just mentioned.
In Leo"s boat were b.u.t.terface, Oolichuk, and Oblooria. How it came to pa.s.s that Oolichuk and Oblooria were put into the same boat no one seemed to know, or indeed to care, except Oolichuk himself, who, to judge from the expression of his fat face, was much pleased. As for Oblooria, her mild visage always betokened contentment or resignation-- save when overshadowed by timidity.
In Alf"s boat were Anders, Ivitchuk, Akeetolik, and Tekkona. The interpreter had been given to Alf because he was not quite so muscular or energetic as the Captain or his brother, while Anders was eminently strong and practical. The Eskimo women counted as men, being as expert with oar and paddle as they, and very nearly as strong as most ordinary men.
What added to the romance of the first day"s experience was the fact that, a few hours after they started, a dead calm settled down over the sea, which soon became like a great sheet of undulating gla.s.s, in which the rich, white clouds, the clear sky, and the boats with their crews, were reflected as in a moving, oily mirror; yet, strange to say, the kites kept steady, and the pace of ten or twelve miles an hour did not abate for a considerable time. This, of course, was owing to the fact that there was a continuous current blowing northward in the higher regions of the atmosphere. The sun, meantime, glowed overhead with four mock-suns around him, nevertheless the heat was not oppressive, partly because the voyagers were sitting at rest, and partly because a slight current of cool air, the creation of their own progress, fanned their cheeks. Still further to add to the charm, flocks of sea-birds circling in the air or dipping in the water, a berg or two floating in the distance, a porpoise showing its back fin now and then, a seal or a walrus coming up to stare in surprise and going down to meditate, perhaps in wonder, with an occasional puff from a lazy whale,--all this tended to prevent monotony, and gave life to the lovely scene.
"Is it not the most glorious and altogether astonishing state of things you ever heard or dreamed of, father?" asked Benjy, breaking a prolonged silence.
"Out o" sight, my boy, out o" sight," replied the Captain. "Never heard nor saw nor dreamed of anything like it before."
"P"raps it _is_ a dream!" said Benjy, with a slightly distressed look.
"How are we ever to know that we"re _not_ dreaming?"
The boy finished his question with a sharp cry and leaped up.
"Steady, boy, steady! Have a care, or you"ll upset the boat," said the Captain.
"What did you do _that_ for, father?"
"What, my boy?"
"Pinch me so hard! Surely you didn"t do it on purpose?"
"Indeed I did, Ben," replied the Captain with a laugh. "You asked how you were to know you were not dreaming. If you had been dreaming that would have wakened you--wouldn"t it?"
"I dare say it would, father," returned the boy, resuming his seat, "but I"m convinced now. Don"t do it again, please. I wish I knew what Chingatok thinks of it. Try to ask him, father. I"m sure you"ve had considerable experience in his lingo by this time."
Benjy referred here, not only to the numerous conversations which his father had of late carried on with the giant through the interpreter, but to the fact that, having been a whaler in years past, Captain Vane had previously picked up a smattering of various Eskimo dialects. Up to that day he had conversed entirely through the medium of Anders, but as that useful man was now in Alf"s boat, the Captain was left to his own resources, and got on much better than he had expected.
Chingatok turned his eyes from the horizon on which they had been fixed, and looked dreamily at the Captain when asked what he was thinking about.
"I have been thinking," said he, "of home, _my_ home over there." He lifted his huge right arm and pointed to the north. "And I have been thinking," he continued, "that there must be another home up there." He raised his hand and pointed to the sky.
"Why do you think so?" asked the Captain in some surprise.
"Because it is so beautiful, so wonderful, so full of light and peace,"
replied the Eskimo. "Sometimes the clouds, and the wind, and the rain, come and cover it; but they pa.s.s away, and there it is, just the same, always calm, and bright, and beautiful. Could such a place have been made for nothing? Is there no one up there? not even the Maker of it?