<h2><SPAN name="chap3.26"></SPAN>CHAPTER 25</h2>
<p>We now found ourselves in the wide and desolate Antarctic Ocean, in a
latitude exceeding eighty-four degrees, in a frail canoe, and with no
provision but the three turtles. The long polar winter, too, could not be
considered as far distant, and it became necessary that we should
deliberate well upon the course to be pursued. There were six or seven
islands in sight belonging to the same group, and distant from each other
about five or six leagues; but upon neither of these had we any intention
to venture. In coming from the northward in the <i>Jane Guy</i> we had
been gradually leaving behind us the severest regions of ice—this, however
little it maybe in accordance with the generally received notions
respecting the Antarctic, was a fact—experience would not permit us
to deny. To attempt, therefore, getting back would be folly—especially
at so late a period of the season. Only one course seemed to be left open
for hope. We resolved to steer boldly to the southward, where there was at
least a probability of discovering other lands, and more than a
probability of finding a still milder climate.</p>
<p>So far we had found the Antarctic, like the Arctic Ocean, peculiarly free
from violent storms or immoderately rough water; but our canoe was, at
best, of frail structure, although large, and we set busily to work with a
view of rendering her as safe as the limited means in our possession would
admit. The body of the boat was of no better material than bark—the
bark of a tree unknown. The ribs were of a tough osier, well adapted to
the purpose for which it was used. We had fifty feet room from stem to
stern, from four to six in breadth, and in depth throughout four feet and
a half-the boats thus differing vastly in shape from those of any other
inhabitants of the Southern Ocean with whom civilized nations are
acquainted. We never did believe them the workmanship of the ignorant
islanders who owned them; and some days after this period discovered, by
questioning our captive, that they were in fact made by the natives of a
group to the southwest of the country where we found them, having fallen
accidentally into the hands of our barbarians. What we could do for the
security of our boat was very little indeed. Several wide rents were
discovered near both ends, and these we contrived to patch up with pieces
of woollen jacket. With the help of the superfluous paddles, of which
there were a great many, we erected a kind of framework about the bow, so
as to break the force of any seas which might threaten to fill us in that
quarter. We also set up two paddle-blades for masts, placing them opposite
each other, one by each gunwale, thus saving the necessity of a yard. To
these masts we attached a sail made of our shirts-doing this with some
difficulty, as here we could get no assistance from our prisoner whatever,
although he had been willing enough to labor in all the other operations.
The sight of the linen seemed to affect him in a very singular manner. He
could not be prevailed upon to touch it or go near it, shuddering when we
attempted to force him, and shrieking out, <i>“Tekeli-li!”</i></p>
<p>Having completed our arrangements in regard to the security of the canoe,
we now set sail to the south-southeast for the present, with the view of
weathering the most southerly of the group in sight. This being done, we
turned the bow full to the southward. The weather could by no means be
considered disagreeable. We had a prevailing and very gentle wind from the
northward, a smooth sea, and continual daylight. No ice whatever was to be
seen; <i>nor did I ever see one particle of this after leaving the
parallel of Bennet’s Islet.</i>Indeed, the temperature of the water was
here far too warm for its existence in any quantity. Having killed the
largest of our tortoises, and obtained from him not only food but a
copious supply of water, we continued on our course, without any incident
of moment, for perhaps seven or eight days, during which period we must
have proceeded a vast distance to the southward, as the wind blew
constantly with us, and a very strong current set continually in the
direction we were pursuing.</p>
<p><i>March 1st</i>. {*7}-Many unusual phenomena now—indicated that we
were entering upon a region of novelty and wonder. A high range of light
gray vapor appeared constantly in the southern horizon, flaring up
occasionally in lofty streaks, now darting from east to west, now from
west to east, and again presenting a level and uniform summit—in short,
having all the wild variations of the Aurora Borealis. The average height
of this vapor, as apparent from our station, was about twenty-five
degrees. The temperature of the sea seemed to be increasing momentarily,
and there was a very perceptible alteration in its color.</p>
<p><i>March 2d.</i>-To-day by repeated questioning of our captive, we came to
the knowledge of many particulars in regard to the island of the massacre,
its inhabitants, and customs—but with these how can I now detain the
reader? I may say, however, that we learned there were eight islands in
the group—that they were governed by a common king, named <i>Tsalemon</i>or
<i>Psalemoun,</i>who resided in one of the smallest of the islands; that
the black skins forming the dress of the warriors came from an animal of
huge size to be found only in a valley near the court of the king—that the
inhabitants of the group fabricated no other boats than the flat-bottomed
rafts; the four canoes being all of the kind in their possession, and,
these having been obtained, by mere accident, from some large island in
the southwest—that his own name was Nu-Nu—that he had no knowledge of
Bennet’s Islet—and that the appellation of the island he had left was
Tsalal. The commencement of the words <i>Tsalemon</i>and Tsalal was given
with a prolonged hissing sound, which we found it impossible to imitate,
even after repeated endeavors, and which was precisely the same with the
note of the black bittern we had eaten up on the summit of the hill.</p>
<p><i>March 3d.</i>-The heat of the water was now truly remarkable, and in
color was undergoing a rapid change, being no longer transparent, but of a
milky consistency and hue. In our immediate vicinity it was usually
smooth, never so rough as to endanger the canoe—but we were frequently
surprised at perceiving, to our right and left, at different distances,
sudden and extensive agitations of the surface; these, we at length
noticed, were always preceded by wild flickerings in the region of vapor
to the southward.</p>
<p><i>March 4th.</i>-To-day, with the view of widening our sail, the breeze
from the northward dying away perceptibly, I took from my coat-pocket a
white handkerchief. Nu-Nu was seated at my elbow, and the linen
accidentally flaring in his face, he became violently affected with
convulsions. These were succeeded by drowsiness and stupor, and low
murmurings of <i>“‘Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”</i></p>
<p><i>March</i>5th.-The wind had entirely ceased, but it was evident that we
were still hurrying on to the southward, under the influence of a powerful
current. And now,—indeed, it would seem reasonable that we should
experience some alarm at the turn events were taking—but we felt none. The
countenance of Peters indicated nothing of this nature, although it wore
at times an expression I could not fathom. The polar winter appeared to be
coming on—but coming without its terrors. I felt a numbness of body
and mind—a dreaminess of sensation but this was all.</p>
<p><i>March 6th.</i>-The gray vapor had now arisen many more degrees above
the horizon, and was gradually losing its grayness of tint. The heat of
the water was extreme, even unpleasant to the touch, and its milky hue was
more evident than ever. Today a violent agitation of the water occurred
very close to the canoe. It was attended, as usual, with a wild flaring up
of the vapor at its summit, and a momentary division at its base. A fine
white powder, resembling ashes—but certainly not such—fell over the canoe
and over a large surface of the water, as the flickering died away among
the vapor and the commotion subsided in the sea. Nu-Nu now threw himself
on his face in the bottom of the boat, and no persuasions could induce him
to arise.</p>
<p><i>March 7th.</i>-This day we questioned Nu-Nu concerning the motives of
his countrymen in destroying our companions; but he appeared to be too
utterly overcome by terror to afford us any rational reply. He still
obstinately lay in the bottom of the boat; and, upon reiterating the
questions as to the motive, made use only of idiotic gesticulations, such
as raising with his forefinger the upper lip, and displaying the teeth
which lay beneath it. These were black. We had never before seen the teeth
of an inhabitant of Tsalal.</p>
<p><i>March 8th.</i>-To-day there floated by us one of the white animals
whose appearance upon the beach at Tsalal had occasioned so wild a
commotion among the savages. I would have picked it up, but there came
over me a sudden listlessness, and I forbore. The heat of the water still
increased, and the hand could no longer be endured within it. Peters spoke
little, and I knew not what to think of his apathy. Nu-Nu breathed, and no
more.</p>
<p><i>March 9th.</i>-The whole ashy material fell now continually around us,
and in vast quantities. The range of vapor to the southward had arisen
prodigiously in the horizon, and began to assume more distinctness of
form. I can liken it to nothing but a limitless cataract, rolling silently
into the sea from some immense and far-distant rampart in the heaven. The
gigantic curtain ranged along the whole extent of the southern horizon. It
emitted no sound.</p>
<p><i>March 21st.</i>-A sullen darkness now hovered above us—but from out the
milky depths of the ocean a luminous glare arose, and stole up along the
bulwarks of the boat. We were nearly overwhelmed by the white ashy shower
which settled upon us and upon the canoe, but melted into the water as it
fell. The summit of the cataract was utterly lost in the dimness and the
distance. Yet we were evidently approaching it with a hideous velocity. At
intervals there were visible in it wide, yawning, but momentary rents, and
from out these rents, within which was a chaos of flitting and indistinct
images, there came rushing and mighty, but soundless winds, tearing up the
enkindled ocean in their course.</p>
<p><i>March 22d.</i>-The darkness had materially increased, relieved only by
the glare of the water thrown back from the white curtain before us. Many
gigantic and pallidly white birds flew continuously now from beyond the
veil, and their scream was the eternal <i>Tekeli-li!</i>as they retreated
from our vision. Hereupon Nu-Nu stirred in the bottom of the boat; but
upon touching him we found his spirit departed. And now we rushed into the
embraces of the cataract, where a chasm threw itself open to receive us.
But there arose in our pathway a shrouded human figure, very far larger in
its proportions than any dweller among men. And the hue of the skin of the
figure was of the perfect whiteness of the snow.</p>
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