The Cornhill Magazine, Vol. I, January 1860Various
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The Cornhill Magazine, Vol. I, January 1860
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
snow-house some 200 yards from the ship, being registered every hour
night and day. On some of the wild winter nights, there was some risk
in going even that distance from the ship. Christmas and New Year’s
days were spent with such rejoicing as in our situation we could make,
and we entered upon the year 1859 with good health and spirits. Our
dogs, upon which so much depended, were also in first-rate condition,
and not one of them had died.
The sun returned to us on January 26th; the daylight soon began to
increase; and by February 10th, we were all ready to start upon our
first winter journey. Bad weather detained us until the 17th, when
Captain M‘Clintock and Young both left the ship; the Captain, with only
two companions, Mr. Petersen (interpreter) and Thompson as dog-driver,
to travel down the west coast of Boothia, to endeavour to obtain
information, preparatory to the long spring journeys, from some natives
supposed to live near the magnetic pole. Young was to cross Victoria
Straits with a depôt of provisions, to enable him in the spring to
search the coast of Prince of Wales Land, wherever it might trend. He
returned on March 5.
The Captain’s party hove in sight on the 14th, and we all ran out to
meet him. He had found a tribe of natives at Cape Victoria, near the
magnetic pole, and from them he learnt that some years ago a large ship
was crushed by the ice, off the north-west coast of King William Land;
that the people had come to the land, and had travelled down that coast
to the estuary of the Great Fish River where they had died upon an
island (Montreal Island); the natives had spears, bows and arrows, and
other implements made of wood, besides a quantity of silver spoons and
forks, which they said they had procured on the island (more probably
by barter from other tribes). It was now evident that we were on the
right track, and with this important information Captain M‘Clintock
returned to the ship.
Our winter travelling was thus ended, fortunately without any mishap.
Those only who know what it is to be exposed to a temperature of frozen
mercury accompanied with wind, can form any idea of the discomforts of
dragging a sledge over the ice, upon an unknown track, day after day,
and for eight or ten consecutive hours, without a meal or drink, the
hands and face constantly frostbitten, and your very boots full of ice;
to be attacked with snow blindness; to encamp and start in the dark,
and spend sixteen hours upon the snow, in a brown-holland tent, or the
hastily erected snow-house, listening to the wind, the snow-drift, and
the howling of the dogs outside, and trying to wrap the frozen blanket
closer round the shivering frame. The exhaustion to the system is so
great, and the thirst so intense, that the evening pannikin of tea and
the allowanced pound of pemmican would not be given up were it possible
to receive the whole world in exchange; and woe to the unlucky cook if
he capsized the kettle!
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