They were safe; but the ship and its contents, their furs, their
whalebone, and all their dear and valuable possessions, were being rolled
and hammered in the mass of broken ice that the great Arctic pack was
still crushing and piling shoreward.
Yet they did not give way to grief or repining. Nothing could show the
manly spirit and self-reliance which their lonely life had bred in them
more than this. They were calm, even serene, thankful for their lives,
and confident that, having been spared those, they would yet be able to
win their way back to civilization with honor, if not with fortune.
It cured their homesickness, too. Nothing is so good for this as a batch
of real and present trouble and physical discomfort. Physical weariness,
a moderate amount of hunger, and something with which to battle, along
with a feeling that you can overcome it, will make any real man satisfied
with his lot. I know this sounds like a paradox; but just try it, as
Harry and Joe did.
CHAPTER IX
IN THE ENEMY’S POWER
There are no tides on the Arctic coast as we of the temperate zones
know tides. In calm weather the rise and fall of the sea is scarcely
noticeable. In time of southerly storm, however, the wind and ice carry
the water out across the shallow sea, and when the winds rage from the
north they crowd it back again upon the land. Hence, with the rush of the
ice pack to the shore there came a small tidal wave, with the result that
the pack and the shore ice, crowded and crumpled together, were carried
far up on the land. With the subsiding of the gale two days later, the
receding waters left this great ridge piled there thirty to fifty feet
high, a monument to the brave ship that it had wrecked, and to the power
of the primeval Arctic forces. Scattered through this rough ridge were
the remnants of the wreck. Here a mast protruded, there a shattered
plank of the hull, but to find anything of use to the wrecked Crusoes
was difficult. When the ice melted, as it would in part during the brief
summer, more might be revealed, but for now they were dependent on the
hospitality of their Eskimo friends.
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