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)
We were now fairly in the fight. The current was found to be setting
strongly against us, and it was soon discovered that the ice was coming
rapidly down the Sound, and that the leads were already slowly closing
up. We worked vigorously, crowding on all the sail we could; but we
did not make our point, and soon had to go about again; or rather,
we tried to; for the schooner, never reliable without her topsail,
which we could not carry owing to the accident to the topmast, missed
in stays; and, fearful of being nipped between the fields which were
rapidly reducing the open water about us, we wore round; and, there
not being sufficient room, we were on the eve of striking with the
starboard-bow a solid ice-field a mile in width. There was little
hope for the schooner if this collision should happen with our full
headway; and being unable to avoid it, I thought it clearly safest to
take the shock squarely on the fore-foot; so I ordered the helm up, and
went at it in true battering-ram style. To me the prospect was doubly
disagreeable. For the greater facility of observation I had taken my
station on the foretop-yard; and the mast being already sprung and
swinging with my weight, I had little other expectation than that, when
the shock came, it would snap off and land me with the wreck on the ice
ahead. Luckily for me the spar held firm, but the cut-water flew in
splinters with the collision, and the iron sheathing was torn from the
bows as if it had been brown paper.
[Sidenote: IN THE PACK.]
And now came a series of desperate struggles. No topsail-schooner was
ever put through such a set of gymnastic feats. I had been so much
annoyed by the detentions and embarrassments of the last few days that
I was determined to risk every thing rather than go back. As long as
the schooner would float I should hope still to get a clutch on Cape
Hatherton.
Getting clear of the floe, the schooner came again to the wind, and,
gliding into a narrow lead, we soon emerged into a broad space of open
water. Had this continued we should soon have been rewarded with
success, but in half an hour the navigation became so tortuous that
we were compelled again to go about and stand in-shore. And thus we
continued for many hours, tacking to and fro,--sometimes gaining a
little, then losing ground by being forced to go to leeward of a floe,
which we could not weather.
[Sidenote: BESET.]
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