The Field of Ice: Part II of the Adventures of Captain HatterasVerne, Jules
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The Field of Ice: Part II of the Adventures of Captain Hatteras
Verne, Jules
Adventure stories; Sea stories
It was intensely cold, but dry, and there was little or no wind. The
hunters set off in the direction of Cape Washington, and the hard
snow so favoured their march, that in three hours they had gone
fifteen miles, Duk jumping and barking beside them all the way. They
kept as close to the coast as possible, but found no trace of human
habitation and indeed scarcely a sign of animal life. A few snow
birds, however, darting to and fro announced the approach of spring
and the return of the animal creation. The sea was still entirely
frozen over, but it was evident from the open breathing holes in the
ice, that the seals had been quite recently on the surface. In one
part the holes were so numerous, that the Doctor said to his
companions that he had no doubt that when summer came, they would be
seen there in hundreds, and would be easily captured, for on
unfrequented shores they were not so difficult of approach. But once
frighten them and they all vanish as if by enchantment, and never
return to the spot again. "Inexperienced hunters," he said,
"have often lost a whole shoal by attacking them, en masse, with
noisy shouts instead of singly and silently."
"Is it for the oil or skin that they are mostly hunted?"
"Europeans hunt them for the skin, but the Esquimaux eat them.
They live on seals, and nothing is so delicious to them as a piece
of the flesh, dipped in the blood and oil. After all, cooking has a
good deal to do with it, and I'll bet you something I could dress
you cutlets you would not turn up your nose at, unless for their
black appearance."
"We'll set you to work on it," said Bell, "and I'll eat as
much as you like to please you."
"My good Bell, you mean to say to please yourself, but your
voracity would never equal the Green-landers', for they devour
from ten to fifteen pounds of meat a day."
"Fifteen pounds!" said Bell. "What stomachs!"
"Arctic stomachs," replied the Doctor, "are prodigious; they
can expand at will, and, I may add, contract at will; so that they
can endure starvation quite as well as abundance. When an Esquimaux
sits down to dinner he is quite thin, and by the time he has
finished, he is so corpulent you would hardly recognize him. But
then we must remember that one meal sometimes has to last a whole
day."
"This voracity must be peculiar to the inhabitants of cold
countries," said Altamont.
"I think it is," replied the Doctor. "In the Arctic regions
people must eat enormously: it is not only one of the conditions of
strength, but of existence. The Hudson's Bay Company always
reckoned on this account 8 lbs. of meat to each man a day, or 12
lbs. of fish, or 2 lbs. of pemmican."
"Invigorating regimen, certainly!" said Bell.
"Not so much as you imagine, my friend. An Indian who guzzles like
that can't do a whit better day's work than an Englishman, who
has his pound of beef and pint of beer."
"Things are best as they are, then, Mr. Clawbonny."
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