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)
Off Cape Sabine there are two islands, which I name Brevoort and
Stalknecht; and another, midway between them and Wade Point, which I
name Leconte. A deep inlet running parallel with the Cadogen Inlet of
Captain Inglefield, fringed all around with glaciers set into the dark
rocks like brilliants into a groundwork of jet, opens between Wade
Point and Cape Isabella. I leave the naming of it until I see whether
Inglefield has not a bay set down there, as I have not with me the
official map of his explorations.
Cape Isabella is a ragged mass of Plutonic rock, and looks as if it had
been turned out of Nature's laboratory unfinished and pushed up from
the sea while it was yet hot, to crack and crumble to pieces in the
cold air. Its surface is barren to the last degree; immense chasms or
cañons cross it in all directions, in which there was not the remotest
trace of vegetation,--great yawning depths with jagged beds and
crumbling sides,--sunless as the Cimerian caverns of Avernus.
[Sidenote: A "DIAMOND OF THE DESERT."]
As I clambered over crag after crag, I thought that I had not in the
summer-time anywhere lit upon a place so devoid of life; but, as if
to compensate for this barrenness, or through some freak of Nature, a
charming cup-like valley nestled among the forbidding hills, and upon
it I stumbled suddenly. Balboa could hardly have been more surprised
when he climbed the hills of Darien and first saw the Pacific Ocean. It
was truly a "Diamond of the Desert," and the little hermitage in the
wilderness of Engadi was not a more pleasing sight to the Knight of the
Couchant Leopard than was this to me.
The few hardy plants which I had found in all other localities had
failed to find a lodgment upon the craggy slopes of this rough cape,
and the rocks stood up in naked barrenness, without the little fringe
of vegetation which usually girdles them elsewhere; but down into this
valley the seeds of life had been wafted; the grass and moss clothed
it with green; and the poppies and buttercups sprinkled it over with
leaves of gold. In its centre reposed a little sparkling lake, like a
diamond in an emerald setting--a little "charmed sea," truly,
"Girt by mountains wild and hoary;"
and weird and wonderful as any that ever furnished theme for Norland
legend.
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