"Hush, lad," said the Captain with a little smile, "of course I shall take you with me and also your two cousins, but I want one other man to complete the party--but he must be a heartily willing man. Who will volunteer?"
There was silence for a few moments. It was broken by the doctor.
"I for one won"t volunteer," he said, "for I"m too much shaken by this troublesome illness to think of such an expedition. If I were well it might be otherwise, but perhaps some of the others will offer."
"You can"t expect me to do so," said the mate, "for I"ve got to guide our party home, as agreed on; besides, under any circ.u.mstances, I would not join you, for it is simple madness. You"ll forgive me, Captain. I mean no disrespect, but I have sailed many years to these seas, and I know from experience that what you propose is beyond the power of man to accomplish."
"Experience!" repeated the Captain, quickly. "Has your experience extended further north than this point?"
"No, sir, I have not been further north than this--n.o.body has. It is beyond the utmost limit yet reached, so far as I know."
"Well, then, you cannot speak from _experience_ about what I propose,"
said the Captain, turning away. "Come, lads, I have no wish to constrain you, I merely give one of you the chance."
Still no one came forward. Every man of the crew of the _Whitebear_ had had more or less personal acquaintance with arctic travel and danger.
They would have followed Captain Vane anywhere in the yacht, but evidently they had no taste for what he was about to undertake.
At last one stepped to the front. It was b.u.t.terface, the steward. This intensely black negro was a bulky, powerful man, with a modest spirit and a strange disbelief in his own capacities, though, in truth, these were very considerable. He came forward, stooping slightly, and rubbing his hands in a deprecating manner.
""Scuse me, ma.s.sa Capting. P"r"aps it bery presumsheeous in dis yer chile for to speak afore his betters, but as no oder man "pears to want to volunteer, I"s willin" to go in an" win. Ob course I ain"t a man-- on"y a n.i.g.g.e.r, but I"s a willin" n.i.g.g.e.r, an" kin do a few small tings-- cook de grub, wash up de cups an" sa.r.s.ers, pull a oar, clean yer boots, fight de Eskimos if you wants me to, an" ginrally to scrimmage around a"most anything. Moreover, I eats no more dan a babby--"sep wen I"s hungry--an" I"ll foller you, ma.s.sa, troo tick and tin--to de Nort Pole, or de Sout Pole, or de East Pole, or de West Pole--or any oder pole wotsomediver--all de same to b.u.t.terface, s"long"s you"ll let "im stick by you."
The crew could not help giving the negro a cheer as he finished this loyal speech, and the Captain, although he would have preferred one of the other men, gladly accepted his services.
A few days later the boats were ready and provisioned; adieus were said, hats and handkerchiefs waved, and soon after Captain Vane and his son and two nephews, with Anders and b.u.t.terface, were left to fight their battles alone, on the margin of an unexplored, mysterious Polar sea.
CHAPTER FIVE.
LEFT TO THEIR FATE.
There are times, probably, in all conditions of life, when men feel a species of desolate sadness creeping over their spirits, which they find it hard to shake off or subdue. Such a time arrived to our Arctic adventurers the night after they had parted from the crew of the wrecked _Whitebear_. Nearly everything around, and much within, them was calculated to foster that feeling.
They were seated on the rocky point on the extremity of which their yacht had been driven. Behind them were the deep ravines, broad valleys, black beetling cliffs, grand mountains, stupendous glaciers, and dreary desolation of Greenland. To right and left, and in front of them, lay the chaotic ice-pack of the Arctic sea, with lanes and pools of water visible here and there like lines and spots of ink. Icebergs innumerable rose against the sky, which at the time was entirely covered with grey and gloomy clouds. Gusts of wind swept over the frozen waste now and then, as if a squall which had recently pa.s.sed, were sighing at the thought of leaving anything undestroyed behind it. When we add to this, that the wanderers were thinking of the comrades who had just left them--the last link, as it were, with the civilised world from which they were self-exiled, of the unknown dangers and difficulties that lay before them, and of the all but forlorn hope they had undertaken, there need be little wonder that for some time they all looked rather grave, and were disposed to silence.
But life is made up of opposites, light and shade, hard and soft, hot and cold, sweet and sour, for the purpose, no doubt, of placing man between two moral battledores so as to drive the weak and erring shuttlec.o.c.k of his will right and left, and thus keep it in the middle course of rect.i.tude. No sooner had our adventurers sunk to the profoundest depths of gloom, than the battledore of brighter influences began to play upon them. It did not, however, achieve the end at once.
"I"m in the lowest, bluest, dreariest, grumpiest, and most utterly miserable state of mind I ever was in in all my life," said poor little Benjy Vane, thrusting his hands into his pockets, sitting down on a rock, and gazing round on the waste wilderness, which had only just ceased howling, the very personification of despair.
"So"s I, ma.s.sa," said b.u.t.terface, looking up from a compound of wet coal and driftwood which he had been vainly trying to coax into a flame for cooking purposes; "I"s most "orribly miserable!"
There was a beaming grin on the negro"s visage that gave the lie direct to his words.
"That"s always the way with you, Benjy," said the Captain, "either bubblin" over with jollity an" mischief, or down in the deepest blues."
"Blues! father," cried the boy, "don"t talk of blues--it"s the blacks I"m in, the very blackest of blacks."
"Ha! jus" like me," muttered b.u.t.terface, sticking out his thick lips at the unwilling fire, and giving a blow that any grampus might have envied.
The result was that a column of almost solid smoke, which had been for some time rising thicker and thicker from the coals, burst into a bright flame. This was the first of the sweet influences before referred to.
"Mind your wool, Flatnose," cried Benjy, as the negro drew quickly back.
It may be remarked here that the mysterious bond of sympathy which united the spirits of Benjy Vane and the black steward found expression in kindly respect on the part of the man, and in various eccentric courses on the part of the boy--among others, in a habit of patting him on the back, and giving him a choice selection of impromptu names, such as Black-mug, Yellow-eyes, Square-jaws, and the like.
"What have you got in the kettle?" asked Leo Vandervell, who came up with some dry driftwood at the moment.
"Bubble-um-squeak," replied the cook.
"What sort o" squeak is that?" asked Leo, as he bent his tall strong frame over the fire to investigate the contents of the kettle.
"What am it, ma.s.sa? Why, it am a bit o" salt pork, an" a bit o" dat bear you shooted troo de nose yes"rday, an" a junk o" walrus, an" two puffins, an" some injin corn, a leetil pepper, an" a leetil salt."
"Good, that sounds well," said Leo. "I"ll go fetch you some more driftwood, for it"ll take a deal of boiling, that will, to make it eatable."
The driftwood referred to was merely some pieces of the yacht which had been cast ash.o.r.e by the hurly-burly of ice and water that had occurred during the last tide. No other species of driftwood was to be found on that coast, for the neighbouring region was utterly dest.i.tute of trees.
"Where has Alf gone to?" asked the Captain, as Leo was moving away.
"Oh, he"s looking for plants and sh.e.l.ls, as usual," answered Leo, with a smile. "You know his heart is set upon these things."
"He"ll have to set his heart on helping wi" the cargo after supper,"
said the Captain, drawing a small notebook and pencil from his pocket.
A few more of the sweet and reviving influences of life now began to circle round the wanderers. Among them was the savoury odour that arose from the pot of bubble-um-squeak, also the improved appearance of the sky.
It was night, almost midnight, nevertheless the sun was blazing in the heavens, and as the storm-clouds had rolled away like a dark curtain, his cheering rays were by that time gilding the icebergs, and rendering the land-cliffs ruddily. The travellers had enjoyed perpetual daylight for several weeks already, and at that high lat.i.tude they could count on many more to come. By the time supper was ready, the depressing influences were gone, and the spirits of all had recovered their wonted tone. Indeed it was not to the discredit of the party that they were so much cast down on that occasion, for the parting, perhaps for ever, from the friends with whom they had hitherto voyaged, had much more to do with their sadness than surrounding circ.u.mstances or future trials.
"What plan do you intend to follow out, uncle?" asked Alphonse Vandervell, as they sat at supper that night round the kettle.
"That depends on many things, lad," replied the Captain, laying down his spoon, and leaning his back against a convenient rock. "If the ice moves off, I shall adopt one course; if it holds fast I shall try another. Then, if you insist on gathering and carrying along with you such pocket-loads of specimens, plants, rocks, etcetera, as you"ve brought in this evening, I"ll have to build a sort of Noah"s ark, or omnibus on sledge-runners, to carry them."
"And suppose I don"t insist on carrying these things, what then?"
"Well," replied the Captain, "in that case I would--well, let me see--a little more of the bubble, Benjy."
"Wouldn"t you rather some of the squeak?" asked the boy.
"Both, lad, both--some of everything. Well, as I was saying--and you"ve a right to know what"s running in my head, seeing that you have to help me carry out the plans--I"ll give you a rough notion of "em."
The Captain became more serious as he explained his plans. "The Eskimos, you know," he continued, "have gone by what I may call the sh.o.r.e ice, two days" journey in advance of this spot, taking our dogs along with them. It was my intention to have proceeded to the same point in our yacht, and there, if the sea was open, to have taken on board that magnificent Eskimo giant, Chingatok, with his family, and steered away due north. In the event of the pack being impa.s.sable, I had intended to have laid the yacht up in some safe harbour; hunted and fished until we had a stock of dried and salted provisions, enough to last us two years, and then to have started northward in sledges, under the guidance of Chingatok, with a few picked men, leaving the rest and the yacht in charge of the mate. The wreck of the _Whitebear_ has, however, forced me to modify these plans. I shall now secure as much of our cargo as we have been able to save, and leave it here _en cache_--"
"What sort of cash is that, father?" asked Benjy.
"You are the best linguist among us, Leo, tell him," said the Captain, turning to his nephew.
"`_En cache_" is French for `in hiding,"" returned Leo, with a laugh.