<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>HOMEWARD BOUND.</div>
<div class='cap'>THE final escape from the brig must now be
commenced. From the early fall its necessity
had been thought of, and preparations for it
commenced. Since the sick had begun to improve,
the work in reference to it had been going
on with system. Coverlets of eider down, beds,
or furs which could be used as such, boots, moccasins,
a full supply to meet emergencies, were prepared.
Provision bags were made and filled with
powder, ship-bread, pork-fat, and tallow melted
down, and cooked concentrated bean soup. The
flour and meat biscuit were put in double bags.
Two boats had been made from the ship's beams
twenty-six feet long, seven feet across, and three
feet deep. Incredible toil by weak and sick men
had been expended upon these boats. A neat
"housing" of light canvas was raised over each
of them. One other boat, the "Red Eric," was
in readiness. There was no assurance that either
of these boats would long float, yet all was done
which the circumstances allowed to make them
sea-worthy.</div>
<p>The three boats were mounted on sledges.
The necessary outfit, so far as they could bear,
was to be stowed away in them.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Every thing being in readiness, a vast amount
of <i>thinking</i> having been employed by the commander
in reference to all contingencies, a peremptory
order of march was issued for the seventeenth
of May. The men were given twenty-four hours
to get ready eight pounds of such personal effects
as they chose. From the date of starting the
strictest discipline and subordination was to be
observed, which came hard upon the long-indulged,
improving sick ones. The perfectness of
the preparations had a good effect, yet there were
many moody doubters. Some insisted that the
commander only meant to go further south, holding
the brig to fall back upon; some thought he
would get the sick nearer the hunting grounds;
others believed that his purpose was to secure some
point of lookout for the English explorers, or
whaling vessels.</p>
<p>When the memorable day of departure came,
the boats were in the cradle on the sledges, and
the men, with straps over their shoulders and drag-ropes
from these to the sledges, started for the
ice-foot along which they were to travel. They
had not yet received their loads, so they glided
off easily, exciting a smile on some rueful countenances.</p>
<p>In twenty-four hours the boats were laden, on
the elevated drive-way, covered with their canvas
roof, and, with a jaunty flag flying, were ready for
a final leave the next day. The exhausted men,
for nearly all of them were yet invalids, returned
to the vessel, ate the best supper the supplies<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</SPAN></span>
afforded, "turned in," prepared for their first
effort at dragging the boat-laden sledges.</p>
<p>But one sledge could be moved at once, with all
hands attached; the first day they made two miles
only with this one. For several days they made
short distances and returned early to a hearty
supper and warm beds in their old quarters, so
that they marched back to the drag-ropes in the
morning refreshed. The weather was, by the
kind, overruling Hand, "superb."</p>
<p>The final leave-taking was somewhat ceremonious.
All the men were assembled in the dismantled
room which had been so long both a
prison and providential home. It was Sunday;
all listened to a chapter of the Bible, and prayers.
Then, all silently standing, the commander read a
prepared report of what had been done, and the
reasons for the step about to be taken. He then
addressed the company, honestly conceding the
obstacles in the way of escape, but assuring them
that energy and subordination would secure success.
He reminded them of the solemn claims
upon them of the sick and wounded; called to
their minds the wonderful deliverance granted
them thus far by the infinite Power, and exhorted
them still confidently to commit all to the same
Helper.</p>
<p>The response to this appeal was most cheering
to Dr. Kane. The following engagement was
drawn up by one of the officers and signed by
every man:—</p>
<p>"The undersigned, being convinced of the impossibility<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</SPAN></span>
of the liberation of the brig, and equally
convinced of the impossibility of remaining in the
ice a third winter, do fervently concur with the
commander in his attempt to reach the south by
means of boats.</p>
<p>"Knowing the trials and hardships which are
before us, and feeling the necessity of union, harmony,
and discipline, we have determined to abide
faithfully by the expedition and our sick comrades,
and to do all that we can, as true men, to
advance the objects in view."</p>
<p>The party now went on deck, hoisted a flag and
hauled it down again, and then marched once or
twice around the vessel. The figure head—the
fair Augusta—"the little blue girl with pink
cheeks," was taken by the men and added to their
load. She had been nipped and battered by the
ice, and a common suffering made her dear to
them. When Dr. Kane remonstrated against the
additional burden, they said: "She is, at any
rate, wood, and if we cannot carry her far we can
burn her."</p>
<p>The final departure was too serious for cheers,
and when the moment came they all hurried off to
the boats and the drag-ropes.</p>
<p>Four men were sick, and had to be carried;
and Dr. Kane was with the dog-team the common
carrier and courier, as we shall see, so that there
were but twelve men to the boats; these were
organized into two companies, six each, for the
two sledges; M'Gary having command of the
"Faith," and Morton command of the "Hope."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</SPAN></span>
Each party was separate in matters of baggage,
sleeping, cooking, and eating; both were concentrated,
in turns, upon each sledge under the command
of Brooks. Both morning and evening of
each day all gathered round, with uncovered
heads, to listen to prayers. Every one had his
assigned place at the track-line; each served in
turn as cook, except the captains.</p>
<p>From an early day of the preparations, Dr. Kane
had been at work refitting and furnishing the
broken-down, forsaken hut at Anoatok. For this
purpose many trips were made to it with the dog-team;
it was made tight as possible; the filth carefully
removed; cushions and blankets were spread
upon the raised floor at the sides and a stove set
up; blankets were hung up against the walls,
and the whole made to look as cheerful as possible.
While the sledges were approaching this place
by short stages, Dr. Kane, with his team, brought
to the hut the four sick men; they were Goodfellow,
Wilson, Whipple, and Stephenson. Dr. Hayes,
yet limping on his frozen foot, bravely adhered to
the sledges. When the sick entered the hut none
could wait upon the others, except Stephenson,
who could barely light the lamp, to melt the snow
and heat the water. But Dr. Kane made them
frequent visits, supplying their wants, and reporting
the daily progress toward them of their whole
company. They grew better, and were able to
creep out into the sunshine. Besides carrying the
sick to Anoatok, Dr. Kane had, with his dogs, conveyed
there and stocked near the hut most of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</SPAN></span>
provisions for their march and voyage; eight hundred
pounds out of fifteen were now there, and he
proposed to convey the rest. This was done to
relieve the overladen sledges.</p>
<p>The red boat—"Red Eric"—joined the party
on the floe a few days after the start, increasing
their burden, but assuring them of increased comfort
and safety when they reached the open water.</p>
<p>One incident of this period will illustrate its
hardships and the Christian courage with which
they were met.</p>
<p>It was soon after the last sick man was borne to
the hut that Dr. Kane, having, in one of his dog-team
trips, camped on the floe, came upon the
boat party early in the morning. They were at
prayers at the moment, and, as they passed to the
drag-ropes, he was pained at the evidence of increased
scurvy and depression. Brooks's legs were
sadly swollen, and Hayes ready to faint with exhaustion.
They must have more generous meals,
thought the noble-hearted commander. Taking
Morton, he hastened back to the brig. As they
entered a raven flew croaking away; he had already
made his home there. Lighting the fires in
the old cook-room, they melted pork, cooked a
large batch of <i>light</i> bread without salt, saleratus, or
shortening, gathered together some eatable, though
damaged, dried apples and beans, and, the dogs
having fed, hastened back to the men on the floe.
Distributing a good supper to their comrades as
they passed, and taking Godfrey along with them,
they hastened to the hut. The poor fellows confined<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</SPAN></span>
in it were rejoiced to see them. They had
eaten all their supplies, their lamp had gone out,
the snow had piled up at the door so that they
could not close it, and the arctic wind and cold
were making free in their never-too-warm abode.
The poor fellows were cold, sick, and hungry. The
coming of their commander was as the coming of
an angel messenger of good tidings. He closed
their door, made a fire of tarred rope, dried their
clothes and bedding, cooked them a porridge of
pea-soup and meat-biscuit, and set their lamp-wick
ablaze with dripping pork-fat. Then, after
all had joined in prayer of thankfulness, a well relished
meal was eaten. This was followed by a
cheerful chat, and a long, refreshing forgetfulness in
their sleeping-bags of all privations. When they
awoke the gale had grown more tempestuous, with
increasing snow. But they went on burning rope
and fat until every icicle had disappeared, and
every frost mark had faded out.</p>
<p>On their arrival at the hut the night before, Dr.
Kane, seeing the condition of things, sent Godfrey
forward to Etah for fresh supplies of game. After
a time he returned with Metek, and the two
sledges well laden with meat. A part of this was
hurried off to the toilers at the drag-ropes.</p>
<p>Having blessed by his coming these weary
voyagers, Dr. Kane, with Morton, Metek, and his
sledge, went once more to the brig. They baked a
hundred and fifty pounds of bread and sent it by
Metek to Mr. Brooks, and the faithful messenger,
having delivered it, returned immediately for another<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</SPAN></span>
load. While he was gone, a hundred pounds
of flour pudding was made, and two bagfuls of
pork-fat tried out. This done, the three lay down
upon the curled hair of the old mattresses, they
having been ripped open and their contents drawn
out to make the most comfortable bed the place
afforded. They slept as soundly "as vagrants on
a haystack."</p>
<p>The next day they set their faces toward the
sledge company and Anoatok, both sledges having
heavy loads, which included the last of the fifteen
hundred pounds of provisions.</p>
<p>Dr. Kane had made one of his last trips to the
brig: he would return for provisions only; but all
his specimens of Natural History, collected with
much toil, his books, and many of his well-tested
instruments, he was compelled to leave. His six
dogs had carried him, during the fortnight since
the company left the brig, between seven and eight
hundred miles, averaging about fifty-seven miles a
day. But for their services the sick could scarcely
have been saved, and the rest would have suffered
more intensely.</p>
<p>Leaving, as usual, a part of the food with Mr.
Brooks's party, they hastened on to replenish the
stores and cheer the hearts of the lonely dwellers
in the hut.</p>
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