The World of Ice by Robert Michael Ballantyne (best manga ereader .txt) 📕

PREFACE

Dear Reader, most people prefer a short to a long preface. Permit me, therefore, to cut this one short, by simply expressing an earnest hope that my book may afford you much profit and amusement.

R.M. BALLANTYNE.



CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I. Some of the "dramatis personae" introduced--Retrospective glances--Causes of future effects--Our hero's early life at sea--A pirate--A terrible fight and its consequences--Buzzby's helm lashed amidships--A whaling-cruise begun.

CHAPTER II. Departure of the "Pole Star" for the Frozen Seas--Sage reflections of Mrs. Bright, and sagacious remarks of Buzzby--Anxieties, fears, surmises, and resolutions--Isobel--A search proposed--Departure of the "Dolphin" for the Far North.

CHAPTER III. The voyage--The "Dolphin" and her crew--Ice ahead--Polar scenes--Masthead observations--The first whale--Great excitement.

CHAPTER IV. The chase and the battle--The chances and dangers of whaling war--Buzzby dives for his life and saves it--So does the whale and loses it--An anxious night, which terminates happily, though with a heavy loss.

CHAPTER V. Miscellaneous reflections--The coast of Greenland--Upernavik--News of the "Pole Star"--Midnight-day--Scientific facts and fairy-like scenes--Tom Singleton's opinion of poor old women--In danger of a squeeze--Escape.

CHAPTER VI. The gale--Anchored to a berg which proves to be a treacherous one--Dangers of the "pack"--Beset in the ice--Mivins shows an inquiring mind--Walruses--Gale freshens--Chains and cables--Holding on for life--An unexpected discovery--A "nip" and its terrible consequences--Yoked to an iceberg.

CHAPTER VII. New characters introduced--An old game under novel circumstances--Remarkable appearances in the sky--O'Riley meets with a mishap.

CHAPTER VIII. Fred and the doctor go on an excursion in which, among other strange things, they meet with red snow and a white bear, and Fred makes his first essay as a sportsman.

CHAPTER IX. The "Dolphin" gets beset in the ice--Preparations for wintering in the ice--Captain Guy's code of laws.

CHAPTER X. Beginning of winter--Meetuck effects a remarkable change in the men's appearance--Mossing, and working, and plans for a winter campaign.

CHAPTER XI. A hunting-expedition, in the course of which the hunters meet with many interesting, dangerous, peculiar, and remarkable experiences, and make acquaintance with seals, walruses, deer, and rabbits.

CHAPTER XII. A dangerous sleep interrupted--A night in a snow-hut, and an unpleasant visitor--Snowed up.

CHAPTER XIII. Journey resumed--The hunters meet with bears and have a great fight, in which the dogs are sufferers--A bear's dinner--Mode in which Arctic rocks travel--The ice-belt.

CHAPTER XIV. Departure of the sun--Effects of darkness on dogs--Winter arrangements in the interior of the "Dolphin."

CHAPTER XV. Strangers appear on the scene--The Esquimaux are hospitably entertained by the sailors--A spirited traffic--Thieving propensities and summary justice.

CHAPTER XVI. The Arctic Theatre enlarged upon--Great success of the first play--The Esquimaux submit, and become fast friends.

CHAPTER XVII. Expeditions on foot--Effects of darkness on dogs and men--The first death--Caught in a trap--The Esquimau camp.

CHAPTER XVIII. The hunting-party--Reckless driving--A desperate encounter with a walrus, etc.

CHAPTER XIX. The northern party--A narrow escape, and a great discovery--Esquimaux again, and a joyful surprise.

CHAPTER XX. Keeping it down--Mutual explanations--The true comforter--Death--New-Year's day.

CHAPTER XXI. First gleam of light--Trip to welcome the sun--Bears and strange discoveries--O'Riley is reckless--First view of the sun.

CHAPTER XXII. The "Arctic Sun"--Rats! rats! rats!--A hunting-party--Out on the floes--Hardships.

CHAPTER XXIII. Unexpected arrivals--The rescue party--Lost and found--Return to the ship.

CHAPTER XXIV. Winter ends--The first insect--Preparations for departure--Narrow escape--Cutting out--Once more afloat--Ship on fire--Crew take to the boats.

CHAPTER XXV. Escape to Upernavik--Letter from home--Meetuck's grandmother--Dumps and Poker again.

CHAPTER XXVI. The return--The surprise--Buzzby's sayings and doings--The narrative--Fighting battles o'er again--Conclusion.



CHAPTER I.


Some of the "dramatis personae" introduced--Retrospective glances--Causes of future effects--Our hero's early life at sea--A pirate--A terrible fight and its consequences--Buzzby's helm lashed amidships--A whaling-cruise begun.

Nobody ever caught John Buzzby asleep by any chance whatever. No weasel was ever half so sensitive on that point as he was. Wherever he happened to be (and in the course of his adventurous life he had been to nearly all parts of the known world) he was the first awake in the morning and the last asleep at night; he always answered promptly to the first call; and was never known by any man living to have been seen with his eyes shut, except when he winked, and that operation he performed less frequently than other men.

John Buzzby was an old salt--a regular true-blue Jack tar of the old school, who had been born and bred at sea; had visited foreign ports innumerable; had weathered more storms than he could count, and had witnessed more strange sights than he could remember. He was tough, and sturdy, and grizzled, and broad, and square, and massive--a first-rate specimen of a John Bull, and according to himself, "always kept his weather-eye open." This remark of his was apt to create confusion in the minds of his hearers; for John meant the expression to be understood figuratively, while, in point of fact, he almost always kept one of his literal eyes open and the other partially closed, but as he reversed the order of arrangement frequently, he might have been said to keep his lee-eye as much open as the weather one. This peculiarity gave to his countenance an expression of earnest thoughtfulness mingled with humour. Buzzby was fond of being thought old, and he looked much older than he really was. Men guessed his age at fifty-five, but they were ten years out in their reckoning; for John had numbered only forty-five summers, and was as tough and muscular as ever he had been--although not quite so elastic.

John Buzzby stood on the pier of the sea-port town of Grayton watching the active operations of the crew of a whaling-ship which was on the point of starting for the ice-bound seas of the Frozen Regions, and making sundry remarks to a stout, fair-haired boy of fifteen, who stood by his side gazing at the ship with an expression of deep sadness.

"She's a trim-built craft and a good sea-boat, I'll be bound, Master Fred," observed the sailor; "but she's too small by half, accordin' to my notions, and I _have_ seen a few whalers in my day. Them bow-timbers, too, are scarce thick enough for goin' bump agin the ice o' Davis' Straits. Howsom'iver, I've seen worse craft drivin' a good trade in the Polar Seas."

"She's a first-rate craft in all respects; and you have too high an opinion of your own judgment," replied the youth indignantly. "Do you suppose that my father, who is an older man than yourself and as good a sailor, would buy a ship, and fit her out, and go off to the whale-fishery in her, if he did not think her a good one?"

"Ah! Master Fred, you're a chip of the old block--neck or nothing--carry on all sail till you tear the masts out of her! Reef the t'gallant sails of your temper, boy, and don't run foul of an old man who has been all but a wet-nurse to ye--taught ye to walk, and swim, and pull an oar, and build ships, and has hauled ye out o' the sea when ye fell in--from the time ye could barely stump along on two legs, lookin' like as if ye was more nor half-seas-over."

"Well, Buzzby," replied the boy, laughing, "if you've been all that to me, I think you _have_ been a _wet_-nurse too! But why do you run down my father's ship? Do you think I'm going to stand that? No! not even from you, old boy."

"Hallo! youngster," shouted a voice from the deck of the vessel in question, "run up and tell your father we're all ready, and if he don't make haste he'll lose the tide, so he will, and that'll make us have to start on a Friday, it will, an' that'll not do for me, nohow it won't; so make sail and look sharp about it, do--won't you?"

"What a tongue he's got!" remarked Buzzby. "Before I'd go to sea with a first mate who jawed like that I'd be a landsman. Don't ever you git to talk too much, Master Fred, wotever ye do. My maxim is--and it has served me through life, uncommon--'Keep your weather-eye open and your tongue housed 'xcept when you've got occasion to use it.' If that fellow'd use his eyes more and his tongue less, he'd see your father comin' down the road there, right before the wind, with his old sister in tow."

"How I wish he would have let me go with him!" muttered Fred to himself sorrowfully.

"No chance now, I'm afeard," remarked his companion. "The gov'nor's as stiff as a nor'-wester. Nothin' in the world can turn him once he's made up his mind but a regular sou'-easter. Now, if you had been _my_ son, and yonder tight craft _my_ ship, I would have said, 'Come at once.' But your father knows best, lad; and you're a wise son to obey orders cheerfully, without question. That's another o' my maxims, 'Obey orders, an' ax no questions.'"

Frederick Ellice, senior, who now approached, whispering words of consolation into the ear of his weeping sister, might, perhaps, have just numbered fifty years. He was a fine, big, bold, hearty Englishman, with a bald head, grizzled locks, a loud but not harsh voice, a rather quick temper, and a kind, earnest, enthusiastic heart. Like Buzzby, he had spent nearly all his life at sea, and had become so thoroughly accustomed to walking on an unstable foundation that he felt quite uncomfortable on solid ground, and never remained more than a few months at a time on shore. He was a man of good education and gentlemanly manners, and had worked his way up in the merchant service step by step until he obtained the command of a West India trader.

A few years previous to the period in which our tale opens, an event occurred which altered the course of Captain Ellice's life, and for a long period plunged him into the deepest affliction. This was the loss of his wife at sea under peculiarly distressing circumstances.

At the age of thirty Captain Ellice had married a pretty blue-eyed girl, who resolutely refused to become a sailor's bride unless she should be permitted to accompany her husband to sea. This was without much difficulty agreed to, and forthwith Alice Bremner became Mrs. Ellice, and went to sea. It was during her third voyage to the West Indies that our hero Fred was born, and it was during this and succeeding voyages that Buzzby became "all but a wet-nurse" to him.

Mrs. Ellice was a loving, gentle, seriously-minded woman. She devoted herself, heart and soul to the training of her boy, and spent many a pleasant hour in that little, unsteady cabin in endeavouring to instil into his infant mind the blessed truths of Christianity, and in making the name of Jesus familiar to his ear. As Fred grew older his mother encouraged him to hold occasional intercourse with the sailors--for her husband's example taught her the value of a bold, manly spirit, and she knew that it was impossible for her to instil _that_ into him--but she was careful to guard him from the evil that he might chance to learn from the men, by committing him to the tender care of Buzzby. To do the men justice, however, this was almost unnecessary, for they felt that a mother's watchful eye was on the child, and no unguarded word fell from their lips while he was romping about the forecastle.

When it was