The Open Polar Sea: A narrative of a voyage of discovery towards the North pole, in the schooner "United States"Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
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The Open Polar Sea: A narrative of a voyage of discovery towards the North pole, in the schooner "United States"
Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
Arctic regions; United States (Schooner)
November 8th.
[Sidenote: ACCIDENT TO MR. KNORR.]
The air having become somewhat more quiet, I walked out to-day to the
open water. Knorr accompanied me. The view from the margin of the
ice was dark and fearful. Heavy mist-clouds hung over the sea. Loose
ice-fields were drifting through the blackness, crashing harshly
against each other, and sending the spray gleaming into the moonlight.
The icebergs stood out here and there in stern defiance of the jarring
elements, while the tumbling seas struck the white foam far up their
lofty sides; and out of the gloom came a wail, as of
"a thousand ghosts,
Shrieking at once on the hollow wind."
On our way back, Knorr, who has much skill in getting himself into
trouble, failed in a spring as we were making our way over some loose
floes, and he plumped bodily into the sea. The accident was not less
dangerous than disagreeable; for after I had dragged him out of
the water there were almost two miles between us and the schooner.
Fortunately he arrived on board after a vigorous run with nothing worse
than a frozen foot, which did not, however, result in any inconvenience
greater than the pain, since my former experience readily suggested
the proper remedies. The frozen member was first placed in ice-cold
water, the temperature of which was slowly increased from hour to hour
until the flesh was completely thawed out. There was no resulting
inflammation, and the foot came from the bath without even a blister.
November 10th.
[Sidenote: A THAW.]
We are in the midst of a regular thaw,--a thaw in November under the
Pole Star,--truly a strange event to chronicle. The temperature has
gone up to 11° above zero.
The cold of the last month has frescoed the house on deck with delicate
frost,--the condensed moisture that escapes from below. In many places
this frost is two inches thick, and now it is melting. The water drops
upon the deck, and every thing thereon is soaked. We have reduced the
fires and opened the windows.
November 11th.
The temperature continues to rise, and the thaw goes on. A regular
shower falls upon the deck. There is a huge puddle amidships, and the
drip, drip, drip is any thing but agreeable.
My journal is looking up,--two novelties in one day. First a thaw, and
then a newspaper. The free press follows the flag all over the world,
and the North Pole rejoices in "The Port Foulke Weekly News."
[Sidenote: "THE PORT FOULKE WEEKLY NEWS."]
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