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)
The journey across the Sound from Cairn Point was unexampled in Arctic
traveling. The distance from land to land, as the crow flies, did
not exceed eighty miles; and yet, as hitherto observed, the journey
consumed thirty-one days,--but little more than two miles daily. The
track, however, which we were forced to choose, was often at least
three times that of a straight line; and since almost every mile of
that tortuous route was traveled over three and often five times, in
bringing up the separate portions of our cargo, our actual distance
did not probably average less than sixteen miles daily, or about five
hundred miles in all, between Cairn Point and Cape Hawks. The last
forty miles, made with dog-sledges alone, occupied fourteen days--a
circumstance which will of itself exhibit the difficult nature of the
undertaking, especially when it is borne in mind that forty miles to
an ordinary team of dogs, over usually fair ice, is a trifling matter
for five hours, and would not fatigue the team half so much as a single
hour's pulling of the same load over such hummocks as confronted us
throughout this entire journey.
In order to obtain the best result which the Esquimau dog is capable
of yielding, it is essential that he shall be able to trot away with
his load. To walk at a dead drag is as distressing to his spirits and
energies as the hauling of a dray would be to a blooded horse; and he
will much more readily run away with a hundred pounds over good ice
than to pull one-fourth of that weight over a track which admits only
of a slow pace.
[Sidenote: WADING THROUGH DEEP SNOW.]
We did not halt longer at Cape Hawks than was needful to rest the
teams, when we commenced our journey up the coast. The first day's
march carried us across the wide bay between Capes Hawks and Napoleon.
We were rejoiced to find ourselves now, for the first time, able
to carry our cargo all at one load; and yet the traveling was far
from good. Owing to the conformation of the coast, the bay had been
sheltered from the winds, and the snows of the winter, in consequence,
lay loose upon the surface of the ice. We had, however, no alternative
but to cross the bay, for to go outside was to plunge again into the
hummocks. The snows had accumulated to the depth of more than two feet,
through which the wading was very toilsome. The sledge cut in to the
cross-ties, and the dogs sank to their bellies; and, to make the matter
worse, Jensen's leg gave out so that it became necessary to transfer
a part of his load to Knorr's sledge, in order that he might ride.
Not wishing to be detained by this circumstance, I put a belt across
McDonald's shoulders, took one myself, and gave one to Knorr, and we
each pulled, I dare say, as much as the best dog in the team.
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