The shock had lifted the rudder so that it rested with the pintles on
the mountings, and she would not steer; then somehow the pins dropped
back into their sockets, the steersmen regained control and the _Joy_
was saved, after a journey across dry rocks which ought to have smashed
any ship afloat. She did not even leak.
Near the south end of King William’s Land a pocket harbor was found,
and named Joy Haven. There the stores were landed, cabins were built,
the ship turned into a winter house, and the crew became men of
science. For two years they were hard at work studying the magnetism
of the earth beside the Magnetic Pole. They collected fossils and
natural history specimens, surveyed the district, studied the heavens
and the weather, hunted reindeer for their meat and clothing, fished,
and made friends with the scented, brave and merry Eskimos. During the
first winter the thermometer dropped to seventy-nine degrees below
zero, which is pretty near the world record for cold, but as long as
one is well fed, with bowels in working order, and has Eskimo clothes
to wear, the temperature feels much the same after forty below zero.
Below that point the wind fails to a breathless calm, the keen dry air
is refreshing as champagne, and one can keep up a dog-trot for miles
without being winded. It is not the winter night that people dread,
but the summer day with its horrible torment of mosquitoes. Then there
is in spring and autumn, a hot misty glare upon the snow-fields which
causes blindness with a deal of pain. The Arctic has its drawbacks, but
one remembers afterward the fields of flowers, the unearthly beauty of
the northern lights, the teeming game, and those long summer nights
when the sun is low, filling the whole sky with sunset colors.
The greatest event of the first year was the finding of an Eskimo
hunter to carry letters, who came back in the second summer, having
found in Hudson’s Bay an exploring vessel of the Royal Northwest
Mounted Police of Canada. Major Moody, also the captain of the Arctic,
and the Master of an American whaler, sent their greetings, news of the
outer world, some useful charts, and a present of husky dogs.
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