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)
It is difficult for the mind to comprehend the immense quantity of ice
which floated upon the sea around me. To enumerate the separate bergs
was impossible. I counted five hundred, and gave up in despair. Near
by they stood out in all the rugged harshness of their sharp outlines;
and from this, softening with the distance, they melted away into the
clear gray sky; and there, far off upon the sea of liquid silver, the
imagination conjured up effigies both strange and wonderful. Birds and
beasts and human forms and architectural designs took shape in the
distant masses of blue and white. The dome of St. Peter's loomed above
the spire of Old Trinity; and under the shadow of the Pyramids nestled
a Byzantine tower and a Grecian temple.
To the eastward the sea was dotted with little islets,--dark specks
upon a brilliant surface. Icebergs, great and small, crowded through
the channels which divided them, until in the far distance they
appeared massed together, terminating against a snow-covered plain that
sloped upward until it was lost in a dim line of bluish whiteness. This
line could be traced behind the serrated coast as far to the north
and south as the eye would carry. It was the great _mer de glace_
which covers the length and breadth of the Greenland Continent. The
snow-covered slope was a glacier descending therefrom,--the parent stem
from which had been discharged, at irregular intervals, many of the
icebergs which troubled us so much, and which have supplied materials
for this too long description.
[Sidenote: TESSUISSAK.]
At length a strong breeze came moaning among the bergs, and sent us on
our way rejoicing. In the evening; of August 21st we were moored in a
little harbor scarcely large enough for the schooner to turn round.
We lay abreast of a rocky slope on which were pitched a few seal-skin
tents, inhabited by a set of well-to-do-looking Esquimaux. I noticed
two or three native huts, overgrown with moss and grass, and one,
better looking than the rest, in which Jensen, my interpreter, informed
me that he had resided. The place is called Tessuissak, which means
"the place where there is a bay." Sonntag went ashore with his sextant
and "horizon," to find out its exact position in the world, an event
which had not before come to pass in its history, and which I fear was
not duly appreciated by its inhabitants.
We should have been away in a couple of hours; but Jensen discovered
that his team was scattered, and many of the animals could not be found
until after much searching. Meanwhile some ice drifted across the mouth
of the harbor, and hermetically sealed us up.
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