Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Arctic regions -- Juvenile fiction
"Winter's coming, sir," replied the Norseman, as he glanced round him at
the dark, clear, metal-like ice which spread from shore to shore, and
looked strong enough to bear.
"Yes, but has it come? Surely this will melt before sunset, and we
shall have some mild weather ere the cold regularly sets in?"
"If we were two or three hundred miles farther south, sir," replied the
man, "I could answer you; but who can tell what the weather is likely to
be up here, where man has had no experience. We can only wait and see."
They waited; and for a fortnight longer the ice which formed in the
night melted in the day. Then came one that was dull and sunless, when
the ice did not melt, and they had a fall of snow. That night the ice
more than doubled in thickness, and they started ashore next morning for
a good long tramp eastward, drawing a light sledge bearing provisions,
and ready for the carriage of any game that might be shot.
This was a new experience, for winter garments were now worn, with heavy
boots and mittens, fur caps, and eye-protectors. The snow filled up the
inequalities of the ground, and the sledge glided easily upon its
runners; but its load was soon increased, for the walking was heavy, and
as the sun shone out the men were glad to pile their heavy coats upon
the light framework and walk without them.
The scene was brilliant, and every here and there they found traces of
animals, of whose presence they would otherwise have been ignorant.
Skene was the first to notice footprints, snuffling loudly and growling,
and setting up his fur about his neck, according to his custom when he
smelt an enemy; and upon these tracks being examined, they proved to be
similar to those which would be made by a dog with thick claws and very
hairy feet.
"Wolves," said Johannes directly. "Those which you heard the other
night, Mr Steve."
A sharp look-out was kept for these visitors, but none were seen. Soon
after, though, they came upon the fresh-looking footprints of a bear--
marks so big that they indicated an animal of large size. But the beast
which printed the long marks had gone toward the shore, and though arms
were kept ready for instant use, they marched on seeing nothing but the
dazzling snow.
After a time the doctor called a halt and gave orders. "Spectacles at
once," he said, "or I shall be having cases of snow-blindness to
attend."
So eye-protectors were mounted, and the party moved on again, the
captain choosing a fresh direction, one not previously tried, and, in
spite of the heavy walking, as there was no halting to track game, they
made plenty of progress, getting miles beyond any point previously
reached before they stopped to attack the provisions and rest.
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