<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>SCARES.</div>
<div class='cap'>WHEN the Esquimo arrived with Bonsall
and Petersen, Dr. Kane resolved at once
to send them back with supplies for the remaining
portion of Dr. Hayes's company, supposed to
be, if living, at the miserable old hut. Petersen
and Bonsall were utterly unable to accompany
them. Of the scanty ship's store he caused to be
cleaned and boiled a hundred pounds of pork;
small packages of meat-biscuit, bread-dust, and
tea were carefully sewed up, all weighing three
hundred and fifty pounds; and the whole was
intrusted to the returning convoy, who gave emphatic
assurances that these treasures, more precious
than gold to those for whom they were intended,
should be promptly and honestly delivered.
But this promise, we have seen, they did
not keep, and, probably, did not intend to keep;
they ate or wasted the whole. This untrustworthy
trait of the Esquimo character goes far to show
that nothing but Dr. Hayes's "boom" could have
assured their help in his desperate necessities.</div>
<p>When Dr. Hayes arrived it was midnight. Dr.
Kane met him at the gangway and gave him a
brother's welcome. All were taken at once into
the cabin. Ohlsen was the first to recognize<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</SPAN></span>
Hayes as he entered, and, kissing him, he threw
his arms around him and tossed him into the warm
bed he had just left. The fire was set ablaze,
coffee and meat-biscuit soup were prepared, and,
with wheat bread and molasses, were set before
them. In the mean time their Esquimo apparel
was removed and hung up to dry. They ate and
slept; but many weary days passed, under skillful
treatment by Dr. Kane, and kind care by all, before
they fully recovered from the strain of their
terrible exposures and fearful journey.</p>
<p>When the returned comrades were duly cared
for, Dr. Kane turned his attention to the conciliation
of the Esquimo who had accompanied them
back. They, of course, had their complaints to
make, and, may be, meditated revenge, though
they were, as usual, full of smiles. It was the
white chief's policy to impress them with his great
power and stern justice. He assembled both parties,
the Hayes men and their Esquimo, in conference
on deck. Both were questioned as if it
were a doubt who had been the offenders. This
done, he graciously declared to the savage members
of the council his approval of their conduct,
which he made emphatic, in the Esquimo way, by
pulling their hair all around.</p>
<p>The great Nalekok having thus expressed his
good will, showed it still further by introducing
his guests, now to be considered friends, into the
mysterious <i>igloë</i> below where they had not before
been permitted to enter. Their joy was that of
indulged children during a holiday. They were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</SPAN></span>
seated in state on a red blanket. Four pork-fat
lamps burned brilliantly; ostentatiously paraded
were old worsted damask curtains, hunting knives,
rifles, chronometers, and beer-barrels, which, as
they glowed in the light, astonished the natives.
With a princely air, which, no doubt, seemed to
the recipients almost divine, he dealt out to each
five needles, a file, and a stick of wood. To the
two head men, Kalutunah and Shunghu, knives
and other extras were given. A roaring fire was
then made and a feast cooked. This eaten, buffaloes
were spread about the stove, and the guests
slept. They awoke to eat, and ate to sleep again.
When they were ready to go, the white chief explained
that the sledges, dogs, and some furs,
which his men had taken, had been taken to save
life, and were not to be considered as stolen
goods, and he then and there restored them.
They laughed, voted him in their way a good fellow,
and, in fine spirits, dashed away, shouting to
their wolfish dogs. They had taken special care,
however, to add to the treasures so generously
given, a few stolen knives and forks.</p>
<p>As the whole company are now crowded into
the little cabin, and the darkness is without, so
that the days pass without much incident, except
that all are crowded with heavy burdens upon mind
and body, we will listen to a few of the yet untold
stories of the earlier winter.</p>
<p>At one time Dr. Kane attempted a walrus hunt.
Morton, Hans, Ootuniah, Myouk, and "a dark
stranger," Awahtok, accompanied him. He took<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</SPAN></span>
a light sledge drawn by seven dogs, intending to
reach the farthest point of Force Bay by daylight.
But as the persistency of the Esquimo had
overladen the sledge, they moved slowly, and were
overtaken by the night on the floe in the midst of
the bay. The snow began to drift before an increasing
storm. While driving rapidly, they lost
the track they had been following; they could see
no landmarks, and in their confusion, turned their
faces to the floating ice of the sound.</p>
<p>The Esquimo, usually at home on the floe,
whether by night or by day, were quite bewildered.
The dogs became alarmed, and spread their panic
to the whole party. They could not camp, the
wind blew so fiercely, so they were compelled to
push rapidly forward, they knew not whither.
Checking, after a while, their speed, Dr. Kane
gave each a tent-pole to feel their way more cautiously,
for a murmur had reached his ear more
alarming than the roar of the wind. Suddenly
the noise of waves startled him. "Turn the
dogs!" he shouted, while at the same moment a
wreath of frost smoke, cold and wet, swept over
the whole party, and the sea opened to them with
its white line of foam, about one fourth of a mile
ahead. The floe was breaking up by the force of
the storm. The broken ice might be in any direction.
They could now guess where they were,
and they turned their faces toward an island up
the bay. But the line of the sea, with its foaming
waves, followed them so rapidly that they began to
feel the ice bending under their feet as they ran<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</SPAN></span>
at the sides of the sledge. The hummocks before
them began to close up, and they run by them at
a fearful risk as they hurried cautiously forward,
stumbling over the crushed fragments between
them and the shore. It was too dark to see the
island for which they were steering, but the black
outline of a lofty cape was dimly seen along the
horizon, and served as a landmark. As they approached
the shore edge of the floe they found it
broken up, and its fragments surging against the
base of the ice-foot to which they desired to
climb. Being now under the shadow of the land,
it was densely dark. Dr. Kane went ahead, groping
for a bridge of ice, having a rope tied round
his waist, the other end of which was held by
Ootuniah, who followed, at whose heels came the
rest of the party. The doctor finally succeeded
in clambering upon the ice-foot, and the rest one
after another followed with the dogs.</p>
<p>The joy of their escape broke out into exultation
when they ascertained that the land was
Anoatok, only a short distance from the familiar
Esquimo huts. God had guided them with his
all-seeing eye to where they would find needed
refreshment! In less than an hour they were
feasting on a smoking stew of walrus meat.</p>
<p>Having eaten their stew and drank their coffee
they slept—slept eleven hours! Well they might
"after an unbroken ice-walk of forty-eight miles,
and twenty haltless hours!" The Esquimo sung
themselves to sleep with a monotonous song, in
compliment to the white chief, the refrain of which<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</SPAN></span>
was, "Nalegak! nalegak! nalegak! soak!"—"Captain!
captain! great captain!"</p>
<p>Without further special incident the party returned
to the brig.</p>
<p>At one time an alarm was brought to Dr. Kane
that a wolf was prowling among the meat barrels
on the floe. Believing that a wolf would be more
profitably added to their store of meat than to
have him take any thing from it, he seized a rifle
and ran out. Yes, there he is, a wolf from the tip
of his nose to the end of his tail! Bang goes the
rifle, whiz goes the ball, making the hair fly from
the back of—one of the sledge-dogs! He was
not hurt much, but he came near paying with his
life for the crime of running away from Morton's
sledge.</p>
<p>The fox-traps made occasion for many long
walks, great expectations of game, and grievous
disappointment. Dr. Kane and Hans were at one
time examining them about two miles from the
brig. They were, unfortunately, unarmed. The
doctor thought he heard the bellow of a walrus.
They listened. No, not a walrus, but a bear!
Hark, hear him roar! They sprung to the ice-foot,
about ten feet above the floe. Another roar,
round and full! He is drawing nearer! He has
a fine voice, and, no doubt, is large, and fat, and
savory! But then a bear must be killed before
he is eaten, and that is just where the difficulty
lies. It don't do for two men to run, for that is
an invited pursuit, and bears are good runners.
"Hans!" exclaimed Dr. Kane, "run for the brig,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</SPAN></span>
and I will play decoy!" Hans is a good runner,
and this time he did "his level best."</p>
<p>Dr. Kane remains on the ice-foot alone. It is
too dark to see many yards off, and the silence is
oppressive, for the bear says nothing, and so Kane
makes no reply. He queries whether, after all,
there is any bear. How easy it is for the imagination
to be excited amid these shadowy hummocks,
and this dreary waste through which the
wind roars so dismally! He gets down from his
comparatively safe elevation upon the floe, puts
his hand over his eyes, and peers into the darkness.
No bear after all! But what's that rounded, shadowy
thing? Stained ice? Yes, stained ice! But
the stained ice speaks with a voice which wakes
the Arctic echoes, and charges on our explorer.
It is a hungry bear! Dr. Kane's legs are scurvy-smitten
affairs, but this time they credit the fleetness
of those of the deer. He drops a mitten, and
his pursuer stops to smell of it, to examine it carefully,
and to show his disgust at such game, by
tearing it to pieces. These bears are famous for
losing the bird by stopping to pick up his feathers.
The man stops not, but drops another mitten as
he flies. Before these articles are duly examined
he has reached the brig. Dr. Kane has escaped,
and the bear has lost his supper.</p>
<p>It is now bruin's turn to run, for fresh hunters
and loaded rifles are after him. He does run, and
escapes!</p>
<p>But if there were fears without the brig, there
were fightings with a fearful enemy within. The<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</SPAN></span>
crowded condition of the cabin, after the Hayes
party returned, made it necessary for the pork-fat
lamps to be set up outside the avenue, in a room
parted off in the hold for their use. A watch was
set over them, but he deserted his post, the fat
flamed over and set the room ablaze. Eight of
the men lay in their berths at the time helplessly
disabled. The fire was only a few feet from the
tinder-like moss which communicated with the
cabin. The men able to work seized buckets,
and formed a line to the well in the ice always
kept open. In the mean time Dr. Kane rushed
into the flames with some fur robes which lay at
hand, and checked it for the moment. The water
then came, and the first bucket full thrown caused
a smoke and steam which prostrated him. Fortunately,
in falling he struck the feet of the foremost
bucket-man. He was taken to the deck, his
beard, forelock, and eyebrows singed away, and
sad burns upon his forehead and palms. Nearly
all received burns and frost-bites, but in a half
hour the fire was extinguished. The danger was
horrid, and the escape wonderful! Neither wild
beasts nor the flames hurt whom God protects!</p>
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