The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 3Whymper, Frederick
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The Sea: Its Stirring Story of Adventure, Peril, & Heroism. Volume 3
Whymper, Frederick
Adventure and adventurers; Arctic regions; Ocean; Voyages around the world
it took them five days to make a _direct_ distance of forty miles, while
they had travelled twice that distance in reality. They then arrived at a
bay into which a large river fell. This Kane considers the largest stream
of North Greenland; its width at the mouth was three-fourths of a mile.
Its course was afterwards pursued to an interior glacier, from the base of
which it was found to issue in numerous streams. By the banks of this
river they encamped, lulled by the unusual music of running waters.
“Here,” says Kane, “protected from the frost by the infiltration of the
melted snows, and fostered by the reverberation of solar heat from the
rocks, we met a flower growth, which, though drearily Arctic in its type,
was rich in variety and colouring. Amid festuca and other tufted grasses
twinkled the purple lychnis, and the white star of the chickweed; and, not
without its pleasing associations, I recognised a solitary hesperis—the
Arctic representative of the wallflowers of home.” After a careful
examination of the bays and anchorages, Rensselaer Harbour, the spot where
he had left the _Advance_, was chosen for their winter quarters, and a
storehouse and observatory were erected ashore.
The return of an exploring party, which had suffered severely, is well
described by Kane. “We were at work cheerfully, sewing away at the skins
of some mocassins by the blaze of our lamps, when, towards midnight, we
heard the noise of steps above, and the next minute Sontag, Ohlsen, and
Petersen, came down into the cabin. Their manner startled me even more
than their unexpected appearance on board. They were swollen and haggard,
and hardly able to speak.
“Their story was a fearful one. They had left their companions in the ice,
risking their own lives to bring us the news. Brooks, Baker, Wilson, and
Pierre, were all lying frozen and disabled. Where? They could not tell.
Somewhere in among the hummocks to the north and east. It was drifting
heavily round them when they parted. Irish Tom had stayed by to feed and
care for the others, but the chances were sorely against them. It was in
vain to question them further. They had evidently travelled a great
distance, for they were sinking with fatigue and hunger, and could hardly
be rallied enough to tell us the direction in which they had come.”
[Illustration: DR. KANE.]
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