<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></SPAN>CHAPTER II.</h2>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_030.jpg" id="i_030.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_030.jpg" alt="" width-obs="396" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">THE EDGE OF A PACK.</p> </div>
<p>Barren as are the arctic lands, the
arctic ocean far exceeds them in desolation.
In the winter it is in many parts
frozen solidly over to a depth of nine feet,
forming a level plain stretching as far as the
eye can reach. But this is generally the case
only in land-locked bays, or in places where
surrounding hills give shelter from the furious
gales that sweep over the dreary waters.
More often the open sea is one mass of enormous
cakes, tossing and grinding against one
another in the wildest way. The huge ice
floes, driven by the wind or by currents, strike
against one another with fearful force, hurling
great masses high in the air. Woe to
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span>the unfortunate ship that is caught in such
a rough embrace. Her oaken timbers are
crushed like egg shells. It has happened
that a ship thus caught, has been lifted bodily,
by the ice coming slowly together, out of
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span>the water and laid neatly upon it, and the
sailors have been forced to saw the ice about
her, so as to launch her again from this
sudden and unexpected dry dock.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_032.jpg" id="i_032.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_032.jpg" alt="" width-obs="458" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">LIFTED BY THE ICE.</p> </div>
<p><br/>
<br/></p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_033.jpg" id="i_033.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_033.jpg" alt="" width-obs="344" height-obs="550" /> <p class="caption">AMONG THE ICEBERGS.</p> </div>
<p>Through all this grinding tossing mass
come majestically floating southward huge
icebergs, passing through all this strife, and
heeding it as little as some cliff the waves
that dash and roar about its base and cover
it with spray. Sometimes these mighty
masses are no pleasant neighbors, for as they
float southward under the ever increasing
heat of the sun, during the months of July
and August large cataracts pour from them,
and the whole mass becomes rotten and suddenly
goes to pieces in huge fragments each
as large as a ship, which would inevitably destroy
anything with which they came into contact.
Dr. Hayes’ vessel, the United States,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</SPAN></span>had a narrow escape from destruction in this
way. For four days they had been sailing
through seas where the bergs seemed to be
countless, some a mile in length and towering
high in air, others no larger than the ship
itself. In a calm, the vessel had drifted
close to one which looked particularly dangerous,
and before a rope could be made
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</SPAN></span>fast to another berg and the ship be hauled
from its unsafe position, it had struck.
Though the collision was a slight one, such
masses of ice came rattling down upon the
deck as to render anything but pleasant
the position of the men stationed there.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span>Suddenly a huge mass of the submerged part
broke off and came to the surface, lashing it
to foam. Then a succession of loud reports
was heard, and vast masses broke off the
opposite side of the berg, causing it to reel to
and fro, and sending showers of ice on the
vessel’s deck. By this time the crew sent
out to make fast a rope to another berg gave
the signal to haul, and never did men pull
more lustily; and with good reason, for they
had barely got clear when with a loud report
the whole top broke loose, and fell exactly
where the vessel had lain a few minutes before,
causing a swell on which the ship tossed
to and fro as if in a gale. Soon after a huge
berg in the distance began to go to pieces.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span>
“First a lofty tower came plunging into the
water, starting from their inhospitable perch
an immense flock of gulls that went screaming
into the air; over went another; then a
whole side settled squarely down; then the
wreck capsized, and at length after five hours
of rolling and crashing, there remained of this
splendid mass, not a fragment that rose fifty
feet above the water. Another, which
appeared to be a mile in length and upwards
of a hundred feet in height, split in two with
a quick, sharp, and at length long rumbling
report, which could hardly have been exceeded
by a thousand pieces of artillery simultaneously
discharged.” Lofty as are these
icebergs, the part above water gives no true
idea of their vast size. It has been computed
that of fresh water ice floating in salt
water, only one-seventh is visible above the
sea. In 1860, a huge iceberg lay off the
little harbor of Tessuissak on the Greenland
coast. It had grounded there two years
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span>before, and had not moved since. It was
three-quarters of a mile in length and
towered by actual measurement, three hundred
and fifteen feet in the air, so that it must
have come to anchor in water half a mile in
depth.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_035.jpg" id="i_035.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_035.jpg" alt="" width-obs="442" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">ENCOUNTER WITH ICEBERGS.</p> </div>
<p><br/>
<br/></p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_037.jpg" id="i_037.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_037.jpg" alt="" width-obs="554" height-obs="350" /> <p class="caption">AN ARCTIC SCENE.</p> </div>
<p>Whence come these mighty masses?
They are discharged from the frozen rivers of
the North, the great glaciers that line the
west coast of Greenland and the shores of
Iceland. The constant snows of the arctic
regions falling on the mountains and drifting
into the valleys, solidify into mighty glaciers
which, pent in by the rocky hills, come sweeping
through the winding valleys to the sea.
Great as are the glaciers of the Alps, they are
but pigmies compared with those of Greenland.
The Tyndall glacier where it discharges
into the sea is two miles in width;—but
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span>grand above all is the great Humboldt glacier,
whose lofty face reaches three hundred feet
above the sea level and beneath it to an
unknown depth, while it is over sixty miles
in width. Slowly but steadily this whole
mass is pushed forward. The angle at which
it descends from the hills soon forces under
the water a greater part of the ice than would
be submerged were it floating unattached,
and the natural buoyancy of the ice causes it
to break loose with a thundering report.
Splashing and plunging, it finally rights itself
and goes majestically sailing on borne
by the currents, till melted by the warmer
waters of the Atlantic it finally disappears
entirely.</p>
<p>The amount of snow that falls upon the
arctic lands is unknown. It is no doubt very
great. In the Swiss Alps in a single night it
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span>has fallen to the depth of six and a half feet.
At the Hospice of Grimsel, Agassiz noted
in six months a fall of fifty-seven and a half
feet. If we suppose that no more than this
falls on the mountains of Greenland, we
should have an annual deposit of one hundred
and fifteen feet. Now every cubic yard of
snow weighs one hundred and eighty-seven
pounds, so that the lower strata would have
upon it a pressure of over three tons, a weight
sufficient to change the snow at once to solid
ice. This change into ice by pressure can be
noticed on a small scale by any one who
walks abroad after a slight fall of snow. On
ceasing to walk, the bottom of the boot will
be found to be covered with a thin layer of
ice.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_043.jpg" id="i_043.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_043.jpg" alt="" width-obs="545" height-obs="350" /> <p class="caption">A GREENLAND GLACIER.</p> </div>
<p>In this way the great arctic glaciers are
formed, and take up their slow and solemn
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span>march to the sea. At what rate they advance
is not known, but their movement like that
of a river is much more rapid in the centre
of the mass than at the sides, where contact
with the earth retards its onward movements.
In the Alps, where the nature and actions of
great frozen streams have been studied with
care, the movements of the different glaciers
are found to be unlike. Some reach a speed
of five hundred feet a year, but a great proportion
of this is made during the summer
heat. Since the summer in the arctic regions
is so very short, it is fair to infer that the
arctic glaciers move more slowly than this.</p>
<p>The speed of the Glacier des Bossons was
exactly measured in a strange manner. In
1820 three guides fell into a chasm in the ice
at the foot of Mt. Blanc and disappeared.
In the years 1861, 1863 and 1865, the glacier
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span>delivered up their remains at its termination,
three and a quarter miles from where they
perished. In 1860 a glacier of the Austrian
Alps which is of very slow motion laid
bare the frozen body of a mountaineer, clad
in an ancient dress which had not been
worn by the peasantry for centuries.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_047.jpg" id="i_047.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_047.jpg" alt="" width-obs="314" height-obs="500" /> <p class="caption">ARCTIC NAVIGATION.</p> </div>
<p>In spite of all these dreary wastes of ice,
the arctic ocean is by no means devoid of life.
The waters of the polar seas are renowned for
their clearness. Off the Greenland coast the
bottom can plainly be seen at a depth of five
hundred feet, and the tangled masses of seaweed
which grow upon it. Through these
clear waves can be seen many varieties of sea
life. The surface currents of the Gulf Stream
bring hither tiny molluscs in such quantities
that at times the waters are colored by them.
In and out among them swim schools of the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span>Greenland whale, swallowing them as they
swim by the hundred thousand.</p>
<p>It is no quiet haven of rest for the whale.
His great enemy, man, knows only too well his
favorite resort, and here every year braving
the dangers of ice and cold come fleets of
whaling ships seeking the almost certain return
of their hardy labors, even though it may
involve, as it generally does, a winter of enforced
idleness in some ice-bound bay.</p>
<p>Smaller members of the whale family
abound, too, in vast numbers. Sometimes
venturing too near the shores of inhabited
islands, they are intercepted in their attempts
to escape to the open sea by the natives, who
surrounding them in canoes, drive them with
blows of the oar and with stones toward the
shore, where they are stranded and die in
vast numbers. On the Faroe Islands, in this
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span>way on one occasion, eight hundred were
captured, a fortune which does not often
happen, but is peculiarly happy since it renders
certain a winter of plenty.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_052.jpg" id="i_052.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_052.jpg" alt="" width-obs="564" height-obs="300" /> <p class="caption">SEAL-HUNTING ON THE ICE-FIELDS.</p> </div>
<p>The Esquimaux who inhabit the northern
limits of North America are perhaps the most
daring hunters of the whale, though from their
limited resources and poor weapons they do
not carry before them the same destruction
that do the well organized and disciplined
crews of whaling ships. Approaching carefully
in their frail canoes their victim, they
drive into him the barbed end of a long shaft
to the other end of which is attached an
inflated bag of seal skin. Carefully avoiding
the wrath of the great monster, they attack
him again and again, until conquered at last
he is towed ashore amid the rejoicings of
the tribe who assemble for the feast. No
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</SPAN></span>time is lost in preparing for the banquet.
The Esquimaux indulge in no such luxury
as cooking, but all stand about devouring
with rapture the strips of raw blubber which
they have cut from the quivering side of their
booty. In the capture of the seal, too, the
Esquimaux show great cunning. At times
they hunt them on the ice where they love
to lie basking in the sun, creeping cautiously
along till they come near enough to strike
them with a harpoon. Great care has to be
used that they do not take alarm. Sometimes
the hunter pushes before him on a sledge a
white screen, behind which he hides himself
until ready to strike. The middle of summer
is the best time for this, for then the seal
is afflicted with snow blindness so as not to
know of his approach. Another mode of capture,
is to let down into the water a net with
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</SPAN></span>coarse meshes which is kept down by heavy
stones fastened to its lower edge. Into these
meshes the seal blunders when swimming,
and being unable to get to the surface to
breathe is soon drowned. In winter a still
different method is in use. Travelling over
the frozen sea the hunter hears a seal gnawing
the ice from below, to make a breathing
hole. His plan is instantly formed. He
stands motionless with uplifted lance, and no
sooner does the unfortunate animal nearly
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</SPAN></span>work his way through, than the iron barb
descends through the thin ice and pierces his
skull. So quiet must the hunter be, that to
prevent any involuntary motion of his body
it is sometimes his habit to tie his knees together
with a thong.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_054.jpg" id="i_054.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_054.jpg" alt="" width-obs="420" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">WALRUS.</p> </div>
<p>The hunting of the walrus is carried on
in very much the same way as that of the
seal. Sometimes the animal has climbed the
side of an iceberg to bask in the sun, and
when he tries to return to the water finds
the hole through which he made his exit
frozen over. The wary Esquimau guided
by his dogs is soon upon him. In stormy
weather, this hunting on the ice is very dangerous.
A sudden gale breaks up the solid
field, and the unfortunate hunter is carried to
sea at the mercy of the waves. Dr. Kane
tells of the adventures of two Esquimaux,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</SPAN></span>Awaklok and Myouk, who were hunting with
their dogs when a storm burst upon them.
Instantly the whole sea was one tumultuous
mass of cakes of ice grinding and tossing
one against another. Realizing that near
the shore the danger would be greatest, they
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span>made with their dogs and a walrus which they
had just killed, for an iceberg upon which
they managed after great exertions to find a
resting place, though they were obliged to
tie their dogs to projections of ice to avoid
their being blown away by the gale. One
whole month they floated on this iceberg
living on the meat of the walrus, when their
huge ship grounded, and the weather being
calm, ice formed sufficiently strong for them
to escape to the shore.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_056.jpg" id="i_056.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_056.jpg" alt="" width-obs="416" height-obs="500" /> <p class="caption">THE WALRUS.</p> </div>
<p>The walrus does not interfere with man
unless attacked, when his long tusks make
him a very formidable opponent. Dr. Hayes
tells of an encounter which shows how resolute
an enemy they become. A party in a
boat had just harpooned a large animal, one
of a herd, whereupon all took to flight, but
“in a few minutes the whole herd appeared
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>at the surface about fifty yards away, the
harpooned animal being among them. The
coming up of the herd, was the signal for a
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span>scene which baffles description. They uttered
one wild concerted shriek, as if an agonized
cry for help; and then the air was filled
with answering shrieks. The ’huk huk huk’
of the wounded bull seemed to find an echo
everywhere, as the cry was taken up and
passed along from floe to floe like the bugle
blast passed from a squadron along a line of
battle, and down from every piece of ice
plunged the startled beasts. With their ugly
heads just above water, and with mouths
wide open, belching forth the dismal ’huk
huk huk’ they came tearing toward the boat.
That they meditated an attack, there could
be no doubt. To escape the onslaught was
impossible. We had raised a hornet’s nest
about our ears and we must do the best we
could. Even the wounded animal to which
we were fast turned upon us, and we became
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span>the focus of at least a thousand gaping, bellowing
mouths.</p>
<p>“It seemed to be the purpose of the walrus
to get their tusks over the gunwale of the
boat, and it was evident that in the event of
one such monster hooking to us, the boat
would be torn in pieces and we would be
left floating in the sea helpless. We had
good motive therefore to be active. Miller
plied his lance from the bows and gave many
a serious wound. The men pushed back the
onset with their oars while Knorr, Jensen and
myself, loaded and fired our rifles as rapidly
as we could. Several times we were in jeopardy,
but the timely thrust of an oar or the
lance or a bullet saved us. Once I thought
we were surely gone. I had fired and was
hastening to load; a wicked looking brute
was making at us, and it seemed probable
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span>that he would be upon us. I stopped loading
and was preparing to cram my rifle down his
throat, when Knorr who had got ready his
weapon sent a fatal shot into his head.
Again an immense animal, the largest I had
ever seen, and with tusks apparently three
feet long, was observed to be making his way
through the herd with mouth wide open,
bellowing dreadfully. I was now as before
busy loading: Knorr and Jensen had just
discharged their pieces, and the men were
well engaged with their oars. It was a critical
moment, but happily I was in time. The
monster his head high above the water
was within two feet of the gunwale when I
raised my piece and fired into his mouth.
The discharge killed him instantly, and he
went down like a stone. This ended the
fray. I know not why, but the whole herd
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span>seemed suddenly to take alarm, and all dove
down with a tremendous splash almost at
the same instant. When they came up
again, still shrieking as before, they were
some distance from the shore, their heads
now all pointing seaward making from us as
fast as they could go, their cries growing
more and more faint, as they retreated in the
distance.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_061.jpg" id="i_061.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_061.jpg" alt="" width-obs="314" height-obs="500" /> <p class="caption">POLAR BEARS.</p> </div>
<p><br/>
<br/></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_064.jpg" id="i_064.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_064.jpg" alt="" width-obs="390" height-obs="450" /> <p class="caption">AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE.</p> </div>
<p>It is hard to know whether to class the
Polar bear among land animals or sea animals.
He is a capital swimmer, and can make headway
in the waves at the rate of three miles
an hour. Dr. Hayes found one swimming in
the open ocean, completely beyond sight of
land or ice; evidently he had been carried to
sea on some floe which had crumbled beneath
him. The Esquimaux hunt them with
dogs which are trained to attract their attention
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</SPAN></span>in front, till the hunter can plunge his
lance into their side. A skilful man can thus
often kill a bear at a single blow, but it is no
rare thing for him to have to leave his lance
sticking in the animal’s side to take refuge in
flight. A very ingenious way, which is sometimes
tried, is to take a very stiff piece
of whalebone, some two inches wide and
four feet long. This is with much labor
coiled into a narrow space and then covered
with blubber, which being frozen holds the
whalebone in its place. Approaching a bear
they hurl a spear at him, and when he turns
to pursue they drop the frozen mass before
him, which he speedily swallows. The heat
of the body soon dissolves the blubber, and
the whalebone being set free springs back
with great violence, tearing the stomach in
such a way as to cause speedy death. The
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</SPAN></span>bear is very fond of seal, and is almost as expert
a hunter of them as the Esquimaux.
Captain McClintock tells of the adventure of
an Esquimau with one of these bears. He
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</SPAN></span>was kneeling on the ice and had just drawn
up his net in which a seal was caught, when
he felt a blow upon the shoulder. Fancying
that it was his companion he paid no attention
to it, but a heavier blow caused him to
turn, when he found beside him an enormous
bear, who tearing the seal from the net deliberately
proceeded to eat it. Our friend
did not dispute his right, but lost no time in
seeking more comfortable quarters.</p>
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