"I"ll go myself, sir."
"Very good; and who else, think "ee? Amos Parr seems freshest."
"I think Tom Green"s the man wot can do it. I seed him capsize Davie Summers jist now in the snow; an" when a man can skylark, I always know he"s got lots o" wind in "im."
"Very good. Then go, Buzzby, and order him to get ready, and look sharp about it."
"Ay, ay, sir," cried Buzzby, as he turned to prepare Green for the march.
In pursuance of this plan, an hour afterwards Saunders and his two followers left the camp with their sleeping-bags and a day"s provisions on their shoulders, having instructed the men to follow with the sledge at the end of five hours, which period was deemed sufficient time for rest and refreshment.
For two hours the trio plodded silently onward over the ice-belt by the light of a clear, starry sky. At the end of that time clouds began to gather to the westward, rendering the way less distinct, but still leaving sufficient light to render travelling tolerably easy. Then they came to a part of the coast where the ice-belt clung close to a line of perpendicular cliffs of about three miles in extent. The ice-belt here was about twenty feet broad. On the left the cliffs referred to rose sheer up several hundred feet; on the right the ice-belt descended only about three feet to the floes. Here our three adventurous travellers were unexpectedly caught in a trap. The tide rose so high that it raised the sea-ice to a level with the ice-belt, and, welling up between the two, completely overflowed the latter.
The travellers pushed on as quickly as possible, for the precipices on their left forbade all hope of escape in that direction, while the gap between the ice-belt and the floes, which was filled with a gurgling mixture of ice and water, equally hemmed them in on the right. Worse than all, the tide continued to rise, and when it reached half-way to their knees, they found it dangerous to advance for fear of stepping into rents and fissures which were no longer visible.
"What"s to be done noo?" inquired Saunders, coming to a full stop, and turning to Buzzby with a look of blank despair.
"Dun"no"," replied Buzzby, with an equally blank look of despair; as he stood with his legs apart and his arms hanging down by his side--the very personification of imbecility. "If I wos a fly I"d know wot to do.
I"d walk up the side o" that cliff till I got to a dry bit, and then I"d stick on. But, not bein" a fly, in coorse I can"t."
Buzzby said this in a recklessly facetious tone, and Tom Green followed it up with a remark to the effect that "he"d be blowed if he ever wos in sich a fix in his life;" intimating his belief, at the same time, that his "toes wos freezin"."
"No fear o" that," said the second mate; "they"ll no freeze as lang as they"re in the water. We"ll just have to stand here till the tide goes doon."
Saunders said this in a dogged tone, and immediately put his plan in force by crossing his arms and planting his feet firmly on the submerged ice and wide apart. Buzzby and Green, however, adopted the wiser plan of moving constantly about within a small circle, and after Saunders had argued for half-an-hour as to the advantages of his plan, he followed their example. The tide rose above their knees, but they had fortunately on boots made by the Esquimaux, which were perfectly waterproof; their feet, therefore, although very cold, were quite dry. In an hour and three-quarters the ice-belt was again uncovered, and the half-frozen travellers resumed their march with the utmost energy.
Two hours later and they came to a wide expanse of level ground at the foot of the high cliffs, where a group of Esquimau huts, similar to those they had left, was descried.
"They"re all deserted too," remarked Buzzby.
But Buzzby was wrong, for at that moment a very small and particularly fat little boy in a fox-skin dress appeared at the mouth of one of the low tunnels that formed the entrance to the nearest hut. This boy looked exactly like a lady"s m.u.f.f with a hairy head above it and a pair of feet below. The instant he observed the strangers he threw up his arms, uttered a shrill cry of amazement, and disappeared in the tunnel. Next instant a legion of dogs rushed out of the huts barking furiously, and on their heels came the entire population, creeping on their hands and knees out of the tunnel mouths like dark hairy monsters issuing from their holes. They had spears and knives of ivory with them; but a glance showed the two parties that they were friends, and in a few moments Awatok and his comrades were chattering vociferously round the sailors, and endeavouring by word and sign to make themselves understood.
The Esquimaux received the three visitors and the rest of the sledge party, who came up a few hours later, with the utmost hospitality. But we have not s.p.a.ce to tell of how they dragged them into their smoky huts of snow; and how they offered them raw seal-flesh to eat; and how, on the sailors expressing disgust, they laughed, and added moss mixed with oil to their lamps to enable them to cook their food; and how they managed by signs and otherwise to understand that the strangers had come in search of food, at which they (the Esquimaux) were not surprised; and how they a.s.sured their visitors (also by means of signs) that they would go a-hunting with them on the following day, whereat they (the sailors) were delighted, and shook hands all round. Neither have we s.p.a.ce to tell of how the visitors were obliged to conform to custom, and sleep in the same huts with men, women, children, and dogs, and how they felt thankful to be able to sleep anywhere and anyhow without being frozen. All this, and a great deal more, we are compelled to skip over here, and leave it, unwillingly, to the vivid imagination of our reader.
CHAPTER XVIII.
_The hunting-party--Reckless driving--A desperate encounter with a walrus, etc._
Late in the day, by the bright light of the stars, the sailors and the Esquimaux left the snow-huts of the village, and travelling out to seaward on the floes, with dogs and sledges, lances and spears, advanced to do battle with the walrus.
The northern lights were more vivid than usual, making the sky quite luminous; and there was a sharp freshness in the air, which, while it induced the hunters to pull their hoods more tightly round their faces, also sent their blood careering more briskly through their veins, as they drove swiftly over the ice in the Esquimau sledges.
"Did ye ever see walruses afore, Davie?" inquired Buzzby, who sat beside Summers on the leading sledge.
"None but what I"ve seed on this voyage."
"They"re _re_markable creeturs," rejoined Buzzby, slapping his hand on his thigh. "I"ve seed many a one in my time, an" I can tell ye, lad, they"re ugly customers. They fight like good uns, and give the Esquimaux a deal o" trouble to kill them--they do."
"Tell me a story about "em, Buzzby--do, like a good chap," said Davie Summers, burying his nose in the skirts of his hairy garment to keep it warm. "You"re a capital hand at a yarn; now, fire away."
"A story, lad; I don"t know as how I can exactly tell ye a story, but I"ll give ye wot they calls a hanecdote. It wos about five years ago, more or less, I wos out in Baffin"s Bay, becalmed off one o" the Esquimau settlements, when we wos lookin" over the side at the lumps of ice floatin" past, up got a walrus not very far off sh.o.r.e, and out went half-a-dozen kayaks, as they call the Esquimau men"s boats, and they all sot on the beast at once. Well, it wos one o" the brown walruses, which is always the fiercest; and the moment he got the first harpoon he went slap at the man that threw it. But the fellow backed out; and then a cry was raised to let it alone, as it wos a brown walrus. One young Esquimau, howsiver, would have another slap at it, and went so close that the brute charged, upset the kayak, and ripped the man up with his tusks. Seein" this, the other Esquimaux made a dash at it, and wounded it badly; but the upshot wos that the walrus put them all to flight and made off, clear away, with six harpoons fast in its hide."
"Busby"s tellin" ye gammon," roared Tom Green, who rode on the second sledge in rear of that on which Davie Summers sat. "What is"t all about?"
"About gammon, of coorse," retorted Davie. "Keep yer mouth shut for fear your teeth freeze."
"Can"t ye lead us a better road?" shouted Saunders, who rode on the third sledge; "my bones are rattlin" about inside o" me like a bag o"
ninepins."
"Give the dogs a cut, old fellow," said Buzzby, with a chuckle and a motion of his arm to the Esquimau who drove his sledge.
The Esquimau did not understand the words, but he quite understood the sly chuckle and the motion of the arm, so he sent the lash of the heavy whip with a loud crack over the backs of the team.
"Hold on for life!" cried Davie, as the dogs sprang forward with a bound.
The part they were about to pa.s.s over was exceedingly rough and broken, and Buzzby resolved to give his shipmates a shake. The pace was tremendous. The powerful dogs drew their loads after them with successive bounds, which caused a succession of crashes, as the sledges sprang from lump to lump of ice, and the men"s teeth snapped in a truly savage manner.
"B-a-ck ye-r t-to-p-sails, will ye?" shouted Amos Parr.
But the delighted Esquimau leader, who entered quite into the joke, had no intention whatever of backing his top-sails; he administered another crack to the team, which yelled madly, and, bounding over a wide chasm in the ice, came down with a crash, which snapped the line of the leading dog and set it free. Here Buzzby caused the driver to pull up.
"Stop, ye varmint. Come to an anchor," said he. "Is that a way to drive the poor dogs?"
"Ye might have stopped him sooner, I think," cried the second mate in wrath.
"Hai!" shouted the band of Esquimaux, pointing to a hummock of ice a few hundred yards in advance of the spot on which they stood.
Instantly all were silent, and gazing intently ahead at a dark object that burst upwards through the ice.
"A walrus!" whispered Buzzby.
"So it is," answered Amos Parr.
"I"ve my doobts on that point," remarked Saunders.
Before the doubts of the second mate could be resolved, the Esquimaux uttered another exclamation, and pointed to another dark object a quarter of a mile to the right. It was soon found that there were several of these ocean elephants sporting about in the neighbourhood, and bursting up the young ice that had formed on several holes, by using their huge heads as battering-rams. It was quickly arranged that the party should divide into three, and while a few remained behind to watch and restrain the dogs, the remainder were to advance on foot to the attack.
Saunders, Buzzby, Amos Parr, Davie Summers, and Awatok formed one party, and advanced with two muskets and several spears towards the walrus that had been first seen, the sailors taking care to keep in rear of Awatok in order to follow his lead, for they were as yet ignorant of the proper mode of attack.
Awatok led the party stealthily towards a hummock, behind which he caused them to crouch until the walrus should dive. This it did in a few minutes, and then they all rushed from their place of concealment towards another hummock that lay about fifty yards from, the hole. Just as they reached it and crouched, the walrus rose, snorting the brine from its s.h.a.ggy muzzle, and lashing the water into foam with its flippers.
"Losh, what a big un!" exclaimed Saunders in amazement; and well he might, for this was an unusually large animal, more like an elephant in size than anything else.
It had two enormous ivory tusks, with which it tore and pounded large fragments from the ice-tables, while it barked like a gigantic dog, and rolled its heavy form about in sport.