Household words, No. 8, May 18, 1850 : $b A weekly journal — John Shaqi
Household words, No. 8, May 18, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 8, May 18, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Having learned all these particulars as to the essentials of warm air,
and good water, and having heard an account of the four years’
provisions, with a certainty that there was a still further supply near
the Copper Mine River in case of need: and having learned also that the
doctors had got ample supplies of lime-juice and lemon-juice to keep off
the scurvy, and that they had mixed it with alcohol to render it less
liable to freeze; having seen, too, that the purser, thoughtful man, had
not forgotten to order in some sound-looking casks of pale sherry, and
some cases that had an agreeable champagney French look, and these
sights having strengthened the hope that the brave men who were to take
these ships on their perilous duty would have their hearts warmed by a
glass of generous wine when they drank to absent friends next Christmas
Day—we had time to glance over what may be called the miscellaneous
stores for the voyage. These made a picture, indeed. Everything of every
possible kind seemed to be there, and to have been multiplied by two.
Thus there were two screw propellers, and two rudders, and two funnels.
And then there were certainly twice two dozen ice-saws (with teeth an
inch long and handles eight feet wide), and ice-hatchets enough
apparently to slay any number of Polar bears who might feel inclined to
call upon this ‘Pioneer’ during his visit to their neighbourhood.
Between decks the place looked like a mingled establishment made up of a
rope-walk, a sailmaker’s, a currier’s, a brushmaker’s, a dreadnought
clothier’s, a cooper’s, and a very extensive oil and colour warehouse.
There were certainly goods enough pertaining to all these various trades
to set up one man of each with an abundant stock in any street in
Bermondsey he might select. Over head, there was a ceiling of oars and
spare spars, and handspikes, and capstan-bars; at the sides, rows of
blocks, and lanthorns, and cans, and paint-brushes; and under-foot, bars
of iron cased with neatly-sewed leather. This last peculiarity, indeed,
was observable in many parts of the ship. Wherever there was any iron it
was neatly cased over with leather, to secure those who might have to
handle it in the Polar seas from the well-known consequences of touching
naked iron in those latitudes,—for cold iron there, like red-hot iron
elsewhere, damages the fingers of those rash enough to touch it.
This abundance to overflow of stores extended itself even to the
commander’s cabin, for every inch of space was important. That spot,
however, showed no confusion or cramming, though he had near him two of
the most dangerous commodities in his ship,—underneath his _sanctum_ was
a store of ardent spirits, and astern of it a small magazine of
gunpowder.
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