The Cornhill Magazine, Vol. I, January 1860Various
General
The Cornhill Magazine, Vol. I, January 1860
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
A reading, writing, and navigation school has commenced, and our
Captain loses no opportunity of attending to the amusement and
recreation of the men, so necessary in this dreary life. Besides the
ordinary duties of cleaning the ship, the men are exercised in building
snow houses, and preparing travelling equipage.
_December 21._--The winter solstice. We have about half an hour’s
partial daylight, by which the type of _The Times_ newspaper may be
just distinguished on a board facing the south, where, near noon, a
slight glimmer of light is refracted above the horizon, while in the
zenith and northward the stars are shining brilliantly. In the absence
of _light and shade_ we cannot see to walk over the ice, for the
hummocks can scarcely be distinguished from the floe; all presents a
uniform level surface, and, in walking, one constantly falls into the
fissures, or runs full butt against the blocks of ice. We must now,
therefore, be content with an hour or two’s tramp alongside, or on
our snow-covered deck under housing; and, during the remainder of the
day, we sit below in our little cabin, which has now crystallized by
the breath condensing and freezing on the bulkheads, and we endeavour
to read and talk away the time. But our subjects of conversation
are miserably worn out; our stories are old and oft-repeated; we
start impossible theories, and we bet upon the results of our new
observations as to our progress, as we unconsciously drift and drift
before the gale. At night we retire to our beds, thankful that another
day has passed; a deathlike stillness reigns around, broken only by
the ravings of some sleep-talker, the tramp of the watch upon deck, a
passing bear causing a general rousing of our dogs, or a simultaneous
rush of these poor ravenous creatures at our cherished stores of
seal-beef in the shrouds; and, as we listen to the distant groaning and
sighing of the ice, we thank God that we have still a home in these
terrible wastes.
_December 28._--During Divine service yesterday, the wind increased,
and towards the afternoon we had a gale from the north-westward,
attended with an unusual rise of temperature; to-day the gale
continues, with a warm wind from the N.N.W.
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