<h2>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THE CROWNING SLEDGE JOURNEY.</div>
<div class='cap'>"THE glorious sun" reappeared February
eighteenth, tarrying only a moment, but
giving a sure prophecy of a coming to stay. Scarcely
less welcome was the appearance soon after of
Kalutunah, Tattarat, and Myouk, all old acquaintance
whom the reader will not fail to recognize.
Kalutunah was Angekok and Nalegak—priest and
chief. His gruff old rival, who advised the starvation
policy toward the escaping party in the miserable
old hut, had been harpooned in the back and
buried alive under a heap of stones. These comers
brought the much-desired dogs, and they were
followed by other old friends from Northumberland
Island with additional dog-teams. These
natives were treated with consideration—they were
made content with abundant food and flattered
with presents, all of which told favorably upon the
success of the enterprise of the generous donors.</div>
<p>In the middle of March the northward excursions
commenced. The first consisted of a party
of three, Dr. Hayes and Kalutunah driving a team
of six dogs, and Jensen with a sledge of nine. It
was to be a trial trip, and the experiment began
rather roughly. A few miles only had been made
when Jensen, whose team was ahead, broke through<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</SPAN></span>
the ice, and dogs and man went floundering together
into a cold bath. The other team, fortunately,
was just at hand, so they were drawn out,
and all returned to the vessel for a fresh and warm
start. The next trial they were gone four days,
and traversed the Greenland shore to Cape Agassiz
and to the commencement of the Great
Glacier. The cold at one time was sixty-eight and
a half degrees below zero. Yet the sun's rays
through even such an atmosphere blistered the
skin! The grains of snow became like gravel, and
the sledge runners grated over it as if running on the
summer sand of our own sea-shore. Kalutunah had
an ingenious remedy for this. He dissolved snow
in his mouth, and pouring the water into his hand
coated the runners with it. It instantly freezing,
made something like a glass plating for them.</p>
<p>Kalutunah was greatly puzzled in attempting to
understand why this journey was made. But his
perplexity took the form of disgust when the fresh
tracks were seen of a bear and cub, and the white
chief forbade the chase. He argued in the interest
of Dr. Hayes, who might thereby have a new
fur coat, pointed to the hungry dogs, and finally
pleaded for his own family, who were longing for
bear meat. But all in vain. The circumstances had
changed since, in the same spot nearly, he had
urged the dogs after a bear in spite of Dr. Kane,
and thus defeated the purpose of his long trip.</p>
<p>On their return they turned into Van Rensselaer
Harbor, the place made so famous by Dr. Kane's
expedition. Every thing there was changed. Instead<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</SPAN></span>
of smooth ice, over which Dr. Kane's party
came and went so often, there were hummocks
piled up every-where in the wildest confusion.
Where the "Advance" was left when her men took
a last look at her was an ice-pile towering as high
as were her mast-heads. Old localities were undiscernible
from the snow and icy aggressions.
A small piece of a deck-plank picked up near
Butler Island was all that could be found of the
"Advance." The Esquimo told nearly as many
diverse stories of her history after the white men
left her as there were persons to testify, and some
individuals, apparently to increase the chance of
saying some item of truth, told many different
stories. According to these witnesses she drifted
out to sea and sunk, (the most probable statement,)
she was knocked to pieces so far as possible and
carried off by the Esquimo, and she was accidentally
set on fire and burned. The graves of Baker
and Pierre remained undisturbed, but the beacon
built over them was broken down and scattered.</p>
<p>The result of this experimental trip was the decision
of the commander not to attempt to reach
the Open Polar Sea by the Greenland shore, but
to cross Smith Sound at Cairn Point, a few miles
north of the schooner. To this point provisions
were immediately carried on the sledges for the
summer journey beyond.</p>
<p>On the third of April the grand effort to reach
the North Pole commenced. The party consisted
of twelve persons, who were early at their assigned
positions alongside of the schooner. Jensen was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</SPAN></span>
at the head of the line of march, on the sledge
"Hope," to which were harnessed eight dogs;
Knorr came next, "the whip" of the "Perseverance,"
with six dogs. Then came a metallic life-boat
with which the Polar Sea was to be navigated,
mounted on a sledge and drawn by men each with
shoulder strap and trace. Flags fluttered from
boat and sledges, all was enthusiasm, and at the
word "march" the dogs dashed away, the men
bent bravely to their earnest work, the "swivel"
on deck thundered its good-bye, and the party were
soon far away.</p>
<p>The very first day's exposure nearly proved
fatal to several of the party. One settled himself
down in the snow muttering, "I'm freezing," and
would have proved in a half hour his declaration
had not two more hardy men taken him in charge.
The spirits of the men ran low, and they were
two hours in building a snow-hut in which to hide
from the pitiless wind. A rest at Cairn Point and
increased experience gave them more energy, and
the next snow-hut was made in less than one hour.
They proved the snow-shovel a fine heat generator.
On the fifth night out they were overtaken by a
storm, and were detained two days in their hut.
This was a pit in the snow eighteen feet long, eight
wide, and four deep. Across its top were placed
the boat-oars; across these the sledge was laid;
over the sledge was thrown the boat's sails; and
over the sails snow was shoveled. They crawled
into this hut through a hole which they filled up
after them with a block of snow. Over the floor—a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</SPAN></span>
leveled snow floor—they spread an India-rubber
cloth; on this was laid a carpet of buffalo-skins,
and over this another of equal size. Between
these they crept to sleep, the outside man
of the row having no little difficulty in preventing
his companions from "pulling the clothes off."
The wind without blew its mightiest blow, and
piled the snow up over the poor dogs, which were
huddled together for mutual warmth, and were
kept restless in poking their noses above the drift.
The cooks were obliged to call to their help the
commander in order to keep the lamp from being
puffed out, and two hours were consumed in getting
a steaming pot of coffee. But after a while
the bread and coffee, and dried meat and potato
hash, were abundantly and regularly served, and
the men contrived to pass in talk and song and
sleep the hours of the really dreary imprisonment.</p>
<p>Before the storm had fully subsided, the party
went on the back track to bring up to this point a
part of the provisions they had been obliged to
deposit. This done, they put their faces to the
opposite, or American side of the sound. But the
difficulties were truly fearful. The ice, like great
bowlders, was scattered over the entire surface,
now piled in ridges ten, twenty, and even a hundred
feet high, and then scattered over a level
area with only a narrow and ever-twisting way
between them. Over these ridges the sledges
had to be lifted, the load often taken off and carried
up in small parcels, and the sledges and boat
drawn up and let down again. Frequently in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</SPAN></span>
midst of this toil a man would fall into a chasm
up to his waist; another would go out of sight in
one. These terrible traps were so covered with a
crust of snow that they could not be discerned.
The boat was, of course, capsized often, and much
battered. When a ridge had been scaled, and the
party had picked their way for a time through the
winding path among the ice-bowlders, they would
come to a sudden impassable barrier, and be
obliged to retrace their steps. A whole day of
gigantic exertion, and of many miles of zigzag
travel, would sometimes advance them only a rifle-shot
in a straight line.</p>
<p>Of course it was simply impossible to carry the
boat, and it was abandoned. They were yet only
about thirty miles from Cairn Point, but had traveled
perhaps five times that distance.</p>
<p>For several days after this the heroic explorers
struggled on. A fresh snow with a half-frozen
crust was added to their other obstacles. Hummocks
and ridges and pitfalls grew worse and
worse. The sledges broke, the limbs of the men
were bruised and sprained, their strength exhausted,
and at last their spirits failed. They had toiled
twenty-five days, advanced half way across the
sound, and brought along about eight hundred
pounds of food.</p>
<p>On the twenty-eighth of April the main party
were sent homeward. Dr. Hayes, Knorr, M'Donald,
and Jensen, pushed on toward the American
shore. Their way was, as one of the party remarked,
like a trip through New York over the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span>
tops of the houses. They progressed a mile and a
half, and traveled at least twelve, carrying their provisions
over the ground by repeating the journey
many times. Such was the daily experience, varied
by many exciting incidents. Jensen sprained
a leg which had been once broken; the dogs were
savage as the wildest wolves with hunger, though
having a fair amount of food; once Knorr in feeding
them stumbled and fell into the midst of the
pack, and would have doubtless been devoured as
a generous morsel of food tossed to them, had not
M'Donald pounced upon them at the moment with
lusty blows from a whip-stock. All four of the
explorers held out bravely in this fearful strain on
mind and body, even young Knorr never shrinking
from the hardest work, nor the longest continued
exertions.</p>
<p>On the eleventh of May the party encamped
under the shadow of Cape Hawkes, on Grinnell
Land, off the American coast. The distance from
Cairn Point, in a straight line northwest, was eighty
miles. They had been traveling thirty-one days,
and made a twisting and clambering route of five
hundred miles.</p>
<p>The travel up the coast had the usual variety
of dangers, hair-breadth escapes, and exhausting
toil. A little flag-staff, planted by Dr. Hayes during
the Kane expedition, was found bravely looking
out upon the drear field it was set to designate,
but the flag it bore had been blown away. Remains
of Esquimo settlements long deserted were
found. A raven <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'coaked'">croaked</ins> a welcome to the strangers,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</SPAN></span>
or it may be a warning, and followed them several
days.</p>
<p>On the fourth day up the coast Jensen, the
hardiest of the vessel's company, utterly failed.
He had strained his back as well as leg, and
groaned with pain. What could be done? The
party could not proceed with a sick man, nor
would they for a moment think of leaving him
alone. So the following course was adopted by
the commander: M'Donald was left in the snow-hut
with Jensen, with five days' food and five dogs,
with orders to remain five days, and then, if Hayes
and Knorr, who were to continue on, had not returned,
to make his best way with Jensen back
to the vessel.</p>
<p>The journey of Dr. Hayes and Knorr was continued
two full days. On the morning of the third
day they had proceeded but a few miles when they
came to a stand. They had on their left the abrupt,
rocky, ice-covered <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'clifts'">cliffs</ins> of the shore; on
their right were high ridges of ice, through which
the waters of an open sea broke here and there
into bays and inlets which washed the shore.
Farther progress north by land or ice was impossible.
They climbed a cliff which towered eight
hundred feet above the sea, whose dark waters
were lost in the distance toward the north-east.
North, standing against the sky, was a noble headland,
the most northern known land, and only
about four hundred and fifty miles from the North
Pole. The spot on which our explorers stood was
about one degree farther north than that occupied<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</SPAN></span>
by Morton, of Kane's Expedition, yet on the shore
of the same open water. Now, if they only had
the boat they were obliged to leave among the
hummocks in Smith Sound, with the provisions
and men they had <i>hoped</i> to bring to this point, how
soon would they solve the mystery locked up from
the beginning, and in the keeping of his Frosty
Majesty of the Pole itself! But, alas! there were
neither boat nor provisions, and the movement of
the treacherous floes warned the daring strangers
that the bridge of ice over which they had come
to this side might soon be torn away, and make a
return impossible. They built a monument of
stones, raised on it a flag of triumph, deposited
beneath it a record of their visit placed in a bottle,
and turned their faces homeward.</p>
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