My Northern Exposure: The Kawa at the PoleChappell, George S. (George Shepard)
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My Northern Exposure: The Kawa at the Pole
Chappell, George S. (George Shepard)
Arctic regions -- Fiction; Burlesque (Literature)
I stared at him in amazement. Far into the night I went over my bills
of lading promising myself a thorough stock-taking in the morning.
But the disaffected element on board were ahead of me. When I came on
deck the following day, they were grouped in the waist of the ship.
The only greeting I got was black looks. Bulky haversacks and walking
gear lay piled behind them. Plock stepped forward and began speaking
nervously and rapidly.
"Traprock," he said, "this is where we quit. We've had enough of your
damned seal-skin ship and your pulling and hauling. It's dogs' work,
not men's. If you want to come with us, come. If not, stay here and
freeze to hell. We've taken our share of the chow, and we're off. We
can make better time without you than with you."
I was unarmed and practically alone. The only other man I could count
on, on deck, was Whinney and he was still half blind. But I did not
hesitate a second.
Reaching upward I grasped a heavy icicle which hung from the main stay
sail block and raised it high above my head. "Mutiny!" I cried. Plock
dodged and treacherously thrust in front of him Dane, who received the
full force of the blow. At the same instant the crack of a revolver
rang out and I fell senseless to the deck.
When I regained consciousness four hours later, my first act was to
stagger to my feet. The bullet had inflicted only a bone-bruise, just
grazing my head, and thanks to Sausalito's prompt skill, I was still
alive. She, poor creature, in her humble way, had shown naught but
subservience since we had started southward.
"Where are they? Did you get them?" I shouted.
"No, sir," replied Triplett, shame-facedly. "They got away. Took most
'er the grub, too. You see we wuz unprepared. I was in my nighty."
"So was I," echoed Swank.
"Fools!" I blazed. "Idiots! Cowards! Follow me."
It took their combined efforts to hold me in the cabin. I was still too
weak to put up much of a fight. But the following morning we started.
Leaving Whinney alone, with instructions to fire an answering signal
if he heard our shots, I divided our party into two groups. Dane, I
might mention, still lay senseless in the lazarette. Frissell went
with Triplett, Swank and Sausalito, who refused to be left behind,
accompanied me.
My instructions were to circle the Kawa with a half mile radius
increasing this distance each time the two parties met. Five times this
toilsome operation was repeated. Hundreds of times I paused to scan the
horizon with my glasses. The murky daylight, of which we were beginning
to have a scant two hours, was fading and I was in despair. A short
distance from the ship what there had been of a trail became confused.
The fugitives appeared to have separated. Perhaps dissension as to
direction had already broken out. We stumbled on in despair.
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