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Patience, however, is a virtue which is sure to meet with a reward. The point which Saunders failed to prove by argument was pretty well proved to everyone (though not admitted) by the agency of John Frost. That remarkably bitter individual nestled round the men as they sat sunning themselves, and soon compelled them to leap up and apply to other sources for heat. They danced about vigorously, and again took to leap-frog. Then they tried their powers at the old familiar games of home. Hop-step-and-jump raised the animal thermometer considerably; and the standing leap, running leap, and high leap sent it up many degrees. But a general race brought them almost to a summer temperature, and at the same time, most unexpectedly, secured to them a hare. This little creature, of which very few had yet been procured, darted in an evil hour out from behind a rock right in front of the men, who having begun the race for sport now continued it energetically for profit. A dozen sticks were hurled at the luckless hare, and one of these felled it to the ground.
After this they returned home in triumph, keeping up all the way an animated dispute as to the amount of heat shed upon them by the sun, and upon that knotty question:
āWho killed the hare?ā
Neither point was settled when they reached the Dolphin, and, we may add, for the sake of the curious reader, neither point is settled yet.
Among the many schemes that were planned and carried out for lightening the long hours of confinement to their wooden home in the Arctic regions, was the newspaper started by Fred Ellice, and named, as we have already mentioned, The Arctic Sun.
It was so named because, as Fred stated in his first leading article, it was intended to throw light on many things at a time when there was no other sun to cheer them. We cannot help regretting that it is not in our power to present a copy of this well-thumbed periodical to our readers; but being of opinion that something is better than nothing, we transcribe the following extract as a specimen of the contributions from the forecastle. It was entitledā
āJohn Buzzbyās Oppinyuns oā Things in Gināral.ā
āMr Editer,āAs you was so good as to ax from me a contribootion to your waluable peeryoddical, I beg heer to stait that this heer article is intended as a gināral summery oā the noos wots agoinā. Your reeders will be glad to no that of late the wetherās bin gittinā colder, but theyāll be better pleased to no that before the middle oā nixt sumer itās likely to git a long chawk warmer. Thereās a gināral complaint heer that Mivins has bin eatinā the shuger in the pantry, anā thatās wotās makinā it needfull to put us on short allowance. Davie Summers sais he seed him at it, and itās a dooty the guvermint owes to the publik to have the matter investigated. Itās ginārally expected, howsever, that the guvermint wonāt trubble its hed with the matter. Thereās bin an onusual swarminā oā rats in the ship of late, anā Davie Summers has had a riglar hunt after them. The lad has becum more than ornar expert with his bow anā arrow, for he niver misses nowāexceptinā always, when he dusnāt hitāanā for the most part takes them on the pint on the snowt with his blunt-heded arow, which he drives ināthe snowt, not the arow. Thereās a gināral wish among the crew to no whether the north pole is a pole or a dot. Mizzle sais itās a dot and OāRiley swears (no, he donāt do that, for weāve gin up swearinā in the fog-sail); but he sais that itās a real post ābout as thick again as the main-mast, anā nine or ten times as hy. Grim sais itās nother wun thing nor anuther, but a hydeear that is sumhow or other a fact, but yit donāt exist at all. Tom Green wants to no if thereās any conexshun between it anā the pole thatās connected with elections. In fact, weāre all at sea, in a riglar muz abut this, anā as Dr Singletonās a syentiffick man, praps heāll give us a leadinā article in your nixtāso no more at present fromā
āYours to command, John Buzzby.ā
This contribution was accompanied with an outline illustration of Mivins eating sugar with a ladle in the pantry, and Davie Summers peeping in at the doorāboth likenesses being excellent.
Some of the articles in the Arctic Sun were grave, and some were gay, but all of them were profitable, for Fred took care that they should be charged either with matter of interest or matter provocative of mirth. And, assuredly, no newspaper of similar calibre was ever looked forward to with such expectation, or read and reread with such avidity. It was one of the expedients that lasted longest in keeping up the spirits of the men.
The rat-hunting referred to in the foregoing āsummeryā was not a mere fiction of Buzzbyās brain. It was a veritable fact. Notwithstanding the extreme cold of this inhospitable climate, the rats in the ship increased to such a degree that at last they became a perfect nuisance. Nothing was safe from their attacks; whether substances were edible or not, they were gnawed through and ruined, and their impudence, which seemed to increase with their numbers, at last exceeded all belief. They swarmed everywhereāunder the stove, about the beds, in the lockers, between the sofa-cushions, amongst the moss round the walls, and inside the boots and mittens (when empty) of the men. And they became so accustomed to having missiles thrown at them that they acquired to perfection that art which Buzzby described as ākeeping oneās weather-eye open.ā
You couldnāt hit one if you tried. If your hand moved towards an object with which you intended to deal swift destruction, the intruder paused and turned his sharp eyes towards you as if to say: āWhat! going to try it again?ācome, then, hereās a chance for you.ā But when you threw, at best you could only hit the empty space it had occupied the moment before. Or if you seized a stick, and rushed at the enemy in wrath, it grinned fiercely, showed its long white teeth, and then vanished with a fling of its tail that could be construed into nothing but an expression of contempt.
At last an expedient was hit upon for destroying these disagreeable inmates. Small bows and arrows were made, the latter having heavy, blunt heads, and with these the men slaughtered hundreds. Whenever anyone was inclined for a little sport he took up his bow and arrows, and, retiring to a dark corner of the cabin, watched for a shot. Davie Summers acquired the title of Nimrod, in consequence of his success in this peculiar field.
At first the rats proved a capital addition to the dogsā meals, but at length some of the men were glad to eat them, especially when fresh meat failed altogether, and scurvy began its assaults. White or Arctic foxes, too, came about the ship, sometimes in great numbers, and proved an acceptable addition to their fresh provisions; but at one period all these sources failed, and the crew were reduced to the utmost extremity, having nothing to eat except salt provisions. Notwithstanding the cheering influence of the sun, the spirits of the men fell as their bodily energies failed. Nearly two-thirds of the shipās company were confined to their berths. The officers retained much of their wonted health and vigour, partly in consequence, no doubt, of their unwearied exertions in behalf of others. They changed places with the men at last, owing to the force of circumstancesāministering to their wants, drawing water, fetching fuel, and cooking their food,ācarrying out, in short, the divine command, āby love serve one another.ā
During the worst period of their distress a party was formed to go out upon the floes in search of walrus.
āIf we donāt get speedy relief,ā remarked Captain Guy to Tom Singleton in reference to this party, āsome of us will die. I feel certain of that. Poor Buzzby seems on his last legs, and Mivins is reduced to a shadow.ā
The doctor was silent, for the captainās remark was too true.
āYou must get up your party at once, and set off after breakfast, Mr Bolton,ā he added, turning to the first mate. āWho can accompany you?ā
āThereās Peter Grim, sir, heās tough yet, and not much affected by scurvy, and Mr Saunders, I think, mayāā
āNo,ā interrupted the doctor, āSaunders must not go. He does not look very ill, and I hope is not, but I donāt like some of his symptoms.ā
āWell, Doctor, we can do without him. Thereās Tom Green and OāRiley. Nothing seems able to bring down OāRiley. Then thereāsāā
āThereās Fred Ellice,ā cried Fred himself, joining the group; āIāll go with you if youāll take me.ā
āMost happy to have you, sir; our healthy hands are very short, but we can muster sufficient, I think.ā
The captain suggested Amos Parr and two or three more men, and then dismissed his first mate to get ready for an immediate start.
āI donāt half like your going, Fred,ā said his father. āYouāve not been well lately, and hunting on the floes, I know from experience, is hard work.ā
āDonāt fear for me, Father; Iāve quite recovered from my recent attack, which was but slight after all, and I know full well that those who are well must work as long as they can stand.ā
āHo, lads, look alive there! are you ready?ā shouted the first mate down the hatchway.
āAy, ay, sir!ā replied Grim, and in a few minutes the party were assembled on the ice beside the small sledge, with their shoulder-belts on, for most of the dogs were either dead or dying of that strange complaint to which allusion has been made in a previous chapter.
They set out silently, but ere they had got a dozen yards from the ship Captain Guy felt the impropriety of permitting them thus to depart.
āUp, lads, and give them three cheers,ā he cried, mounting the shipās side and setting the example.
A hearty, generous spirit, when vigorously displayed, always finds a ready response from human hearts. The few sailors who were on deck at the time, and one or two of the sick men who chanced to put their heads up the hatchway, rushed to the side, waved their mittensāin default of capsāand gave vent to three hearty British cheers. The effect on the drooping spirits of the hunting-party was electrical. They pricked up like chargers that had felt the spur, wheeled round, and returned the cheer with interest. It was an apparently trifling incident, but it served to lighten the way, and make it seem less dreary for many a long mile.
āIām tired of it entirely,ā cried OāRiley, sitting down on a hummock, on the evening of the second day after setting out on the hunt; āhere we is, two days out, and not a sign oā life nowhere.ā
āCome, donāt give in,ā said Bolton cheerfully, āweāre sure to fall in with a walrus to-day.ā
āI think so,ā cried Fred; āwe have come so far out upon the floes that there must be open water near.ā
āCome on, then,ā cried Peter Grim; ādonāt waste time talking.ā
Thus urged, OāRiley rose, and, throwing his sledge-strap over his shoulder, plodded on wearily with the rest.
Their provisions were getting low now, and it was felt that if they did not soon fall in with walrus or bears they must return as quickly as possible to the ship in order to avoid starving. It was, therefore, a matter of no small satisfaction that, on turning the edge of an iceberg, they discovered a large bear walking leisurely towards them. To drop their sledge-lines and seize their muskets was the work
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