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
The good little man was equally nonplussed when he looked at the
water, for he saw the most wonderful medusae, some so large that
they looked like little islands floating about among Brobdignagian
sea-weeds. And below the surface, what a spectacle met the eye!
Myriads of fish of every species; young manati at play with each
other; narwhals with their one strong weapon of defence, like the
horn of a unicorn, chasing the timid seals; whales of every tribe,
spouting out columns of water and mucilage, and filling the air with
a peculiar whizzing noise; dolphins, seals, and walruses; sea-dogs
and sea-horses, sea-bears and sea-elephants, quietly browsing on
submarine pastures; and the Doctor could gaze at them all as easily
and clearly as if they were in glass tanks in the Zoological Gardens.
There was a strange supernatural purity about the atmosphere. It
seemed charged to overflowing with oxygen, and had a marvellous
power of exhilaration, producing an almost intoxicating effect on
the brain.
Towards evening, Hatteras and his companions lost sight of the
coast. Night came on, though the sun remained just above the
horizon; but it had the same influence on animated nature as in
temperate zones. Birds, fish, and all the cetacea disappeared and
perfect silence prevailed.
Since the departure from Altamont Harbour, the sloop had made one
degree further north. The next day brought no signs of land; there
was not even a speck on the horizon. The wind was still favourable,
and the sea pretty calm. The birds and fishes returned as numerously
as on the preceding day, and the Doctor leaning over the side of the
vessel, could see the whales and the dolphins, and all the rest of
the monsters of the deep, gradually coming up from the clear depths
below. On the surface, far as the eye could reach, nothing was
visible except a solitary iceberg here and there, and a few
scattered floes.
Indeed, but little ice was met with anywhere. The sloop was ten
degrees above the point of greatest cold, and consequently in the
same temperature as Baffin's Bay and Disko. It was therefore not
astonishing that the sea should be open in these summer months.
This is a fact of great practical value, for if ever the whalers can
penetrate north as far as the Polar basin, they may be sure of an
immediate cargo, as this part of the ocean seems the general
reservoir of whales and seals, and every marine species.
The day wore on, but still nothing appeared on the horizon. Hatteras
never left the prow of the ship, but stood, glass in hand, eagerly
gazing into the distance with anxious, questioning eyes, and seeking
to discover, in the colour of the water, the shape of the waves, and
the breath of the wind, indications of approaching land.
CHAPTER XXII.
GETTING NEAR THE POLE.
Hour after hour passed away, and still Hatteras persevered in his
weary watch, though his hopes appeared doomed to disappointment.
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