The English at the North Pole: Part I of the Adventures of Captain HatterasVerne, Jules
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The English at the North Pole: Part I of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras
Verne, Jules
Adventure stories; Sea stories
In the evening the travellers had marched twenty-five miles; they
were worn out, but it did not prevent the doctor climbing up an iceberg
while the snow-house was being built. The full moon shone with
extraordinary brilliancy in the clearest sky; the stars were
singularly bright; from the top of the iceberg the view stretched
over an immense plain, bristling with icebergs; they were of all sizes
and shapes, and made the field look like a vast cemetery, in which
twenty generations slept the sleep of death. Notwithstanding the cold,
the doctor remained a long time in contemplation of the spectacle,
and his companions had much trouble to get him away; but they were
obliged to think of rest; the snow-hut was ready; the four companions
burrowed into it like moles, and soon slept the sleep of the just.
The next day and the following ones passed without any particular
incident; the journey was easy or difficult according to the weather;
when it was cold and clear they wore their moccasins and advanced
rapidly, when damp and penetrating, their snow-shoes, and made little
way. They reached thus the 15th of January; the moon was in her last
quarter, and was only visible for a short time; the sun, though still
hidden below the horizon, gave six hours of a sort of twilight, not
sufficient to see the way by; they were obliged to stake it out
according to the direction given by the compass. Bell led the way;
Hatteras marched in a straight line behind him; then Simpson and the
doctor, taking it in turns, so as only to see Hatteras, and keep in
a straight line. But notwithstanding all their precautions, they
deviated sometimes thirty or forty degrees; they were then obliged
to stake it out again. On Sunday, the 15th of January, Hatteras
considered he had made a hundred miles to the south; the morning was
consecrated to the mending of different articles of clothing and
encampment; divine service was not forgotten. They set out again at
noon; the temperature was cold, the thermometer marked only 32 degrees
below zero in a very clear atmosphere.
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