difficulties encountered and faced.

they had not quite doubled the cape of newhope, and were about to round the point which concealed the spot that had been named wreck bay, when they suddenly found themselves face to face with a polar bear!

bruin was evidently out for an evening stroll, for he seemed to have nothing particular to do.

surprise lit up alike the countenances of the men and the visage of the bear. it was an unexpected meeting on both sides. the distance between them was not more than thirty feet. leo was the only one of the party who carried a rifle. more than once during the voyage had leo seen and shot a bear. the sight was not new to him, but never before had he come so suddenly, or so very close, upon this king of the arctic seas. he chanced at the time to be walking a few yards in advance of the party in company with oolichuk and benjy.

the three stopped, stared, and stood as if petrified.

for one moment, then they uttered a united and half involuntary roar.

right royally did that bear accept the challenge. it rose, according to custom, on its hind legs, and immediately began that slow, but deadly war-dance with which the race is wont to preface an attack, while its upper lip curled in apparent derision, exposing its terrible fangs.

leo recovered self-possession instantly. the rifle leaped to his shoulder, the centre of the bear’s breast was covered, and the trigger pulled.

only a snap resulted. leo had forgotten to load! benjy gasped with anxiety. oolichuk, who had held himself back with a sparkling smile of expectation at the prospect of seeing the kablunet use his thunder-weapon, looked surprised and disappointed, but went into action promptly with his spear, accompanied by akeetolik. leo’s rifle, being a breech-loader, was quickly re-charged, but as the rest of the party stood leaning on their spears with the evident intention of merely watching the combat, the youth resolved to hold his hand, despite benjy’s earnest recommendation to put one ball between the bear’s eyes, and the other into his stomach.

it was but a brief though decisive battle. those eskimos were well used to such warfare.

running towards the animal with levelled spears, the two men separated on coming close, so that bruin was forced to a state of indecision as to which enemy he would assail first. akeetolik settled the point for him by giving him a prick on the right side, thus, as it were, drawing the enemy’s fire on himself. the bear turned towards him with a fierce growl, and in so doing, exposed his left side to attack. oolichuk was not slow to seize the opportunity. he leaped close up, and drove his spear deep into the animal’s heart—killing it on the spot.

next day the party returned to the eskimo camp with the sledge-load of goods, and the bear on the top.

while steaks of the same were being prepared by toolooha, captain vane and his new allies were busy discussing the details of the advance.

“i know that the difficulties will be great,” he said, in reply to a remark from the interpreter, “but i mean to face and overcome them.”

“ah!” exclaimed alf, who was rather fond of poetry:—

“to dare unknown dangers in a noble cause,

despite an adverse nature and her tiresome laws.”

“just so, alf, my boy, stick at nothing; never give in; victory or death, that’s my way of expressing the same sentiment. but there’s one thing that i must impress once more upon you all—namely, that each man must reduce his kit to the very lowest point of size and weight. no extras allowed.”

“what, not even a box of paper collars?” asked benjy.

“not one, my boy, but you may take a strait-waistcoat in your box if you choose, for you’ll be sure to need it.”

“oh! father,” returned the boy, remonstratively, “you are severe. however, i will take one, if you agree to leave your woollen comforter behind. you won’t need that, you see, as long as i am with you.”

“of course,” said alf, “you will allow us to carry small libraries with us?”

“certainly not, my lad, only one book each, and that must be a small one.”

“the only book i possess is my bible,” said leo, “and that won’t take up much room, for it’s an uncommonly small one.”

“if i only had my robinson crusoe here,” cried benjy, “i’d take it, for there’s enough of adventure in that book to carry a man over half the world.”

“ay,” said alf, “and enough of mind to carry him over the other half. for my part, if we must be content with one book each, i shall take buzzby’s poems.”

“oh! horrible!” cried benjy, “why, he’s no better than a maudlin’, dawdlin’, drawlin’, caterwaulin’—”

“come, benjy, don’t be insolent; he’s second only to tennyson. just listen to this morceau by buzzby. it is an ode to courage—

“‘high! hot! hillarious compound of—’”

“stop! stop! man, don’t begin when we’re in the middle of our plans,” interrupted benjy, “let us hear what book butterface means to take.”

“i not take no book, massa, only take my flute. music is wot’s de matter wid me. dat is de ting what hab charms to soove de savage beast.”

“i wouldn’t advise you try to soothe a polar bear with it,” said leo, “unless you have a rifle handy.”

“yes—and especially an unloaded one, which is very effective against polar bears,” put in the captain, with a sly look. “ah, leo, i could hardly have believed it of you—and you the sportsman of our party, too; our chief huntsman. oh, fie!”

“come, uncle, don’t be too hard on that little mistake,” said leo, with a slight blush, for he was really annoyed by the unsportsmanlike oversight hinted at; “but pray, may i ask,” he added, turning sharply on the captain, “what is inside of these three enormous boxes of yours which take up so much space on the sledges?”

“you may ask, leo, but you may not expect an answer. that is my secret, and i mean to keep it as a sort of stimulus to your spirits when the hardships of the way begin to tell on you. ask chingatok, anders,” continued the captain, turning to the interpreter, “if he thinks we have enough provisions collected for the journey. i wish to start immediately.”

“we have enough,” answered chingatok, who had been sitting a silent, but deeply interested observer—so to speak—of the foregoing conversation.

“tell him, then, to arrange with his party, and be prepared to set out by noon to-morrow.”

that night, by the light of the midnight sun, the eskimos sat round their kettles of bear-chops, and went into the pros and cons of the proposed expedition. some were enthusiastically in favour of casting in their lot with the white men, others were decidedly against it, and a few were undecided. among the latter was akeetolik.

“these ignorant men,” said that bold savage, “are foolish and useless. they cannot kill bears. the one named lo, (thus was leonard’s name reduced to its lowest denomination), is big enough, and looks very fine, but when he sees bear he only stares, makes a little click with his thunder-weapon, and looks stupid.”

“blackbeard explained that,” said oolichuk; “lo made some mistake.”

“that may be so,” retorted akeetolik, “but if you and me had not been there, the bear would not make a mistake.”

“i will not go with these kablunets,” said eemerk with a frown, “they are only savages. they are not taught. no doubt they had a wonderful boat, but they have not been able to keep their boat. they cannot kill bears; perhaps they cannot kill seals or walruses, and they ask us to help them to travel—to show them the way! they can do nothing. they must be led like children. my advice is to kill them all, since they are so useless, and take their goods.”

this speech was received with marks of decided approval by those of the party who were in the habit of siding with eemerk, but the rest were silent. in a few moments chingatok said, in a low, quiet, but impressive tone: “the kablunets are not foolish or ignorant. they are wise—far beyond the wisdom of the eskimos. it is eemerk who is like a walrus without brains. he thinks that his little mind is outside of everything, and so he has not eyes to perceive that he is ignorant as well as foolish, and that other men are wise.”

this was the severest rebuke that the good-natured chingatok had yet administered to eemerk, but the latter, foolish though he was, had wisdom enough not to resent it openly. he sat in moody silence, with his eyes fixed on the ground.

of course oolichuk was decidedly in favour of joining the white men, and so was ivitchuk, who soon brought round his hesitating friend akeetolik, and several of the others. oblooria, being timid, would gladly have sided with eemerk, but she hated the man, and, besides, would in any case have cast in her lot with her mother and brother, even if free to do otherwise.

the fair tekkona, whose courage and faith were naturally strong, had only one idea, and that was to follow cheerfully wherever chingatok led; but she was very modest, and gave no opinion. she merely remarked: “the kablunets are handsome men, and seem good.”

as for toolooha, she had enough to do to attend to the serious duties of the lamp, and always left the settlement of less important matters to the men.

“you and yours are free to do what you please,” said chingatok to eemerk, when the discussion drew to a close. “i go with the white men to-morrow.”

“what says oblooria?” whispered oolichuk when the rest of the party were listening to eemerk’s reply.

“oblooria goes with her brother and mother,” answered that young lady, toying coquettishly with her sealskin tail.

oolichuk’s good-humoured visage beamed with satisfaction, and his flat nose curled up—as much as it was possible for such a feature to curl—with contempt, as he glanced at eemerk and said—

“i have heard many tales from anders—the white man’s mouthpiece—since we met. he tells me the white men are very brave and fond of running into danger for nothing but fun. those who do not like the fun of danger should join eemerk. those who are fond of fun and danger should come with our great chief chingatok—huk! let us divide.”

without more palaver the band divided, and it was found that only eight sided with eemerk. all the rest cast in their lot with our giant, after which this arctic house of commons adjourned, and its members went to rest.

a few days after that, captain vane and his eskimo allies, having left the camp with eemerk and his friends far behind them, came suddenly one fine morning on a barrier which threatened effectually to arrest their further progress northward. this was nothing less than that tremendous sea of “ancient ice” which had baffled previous navigators and sledging parties.

“chaos! absolute chaos!” exclaimed alf vandervell, who was first to recover from the shock of surprise, not to say consternation, with which the party beheld the scene on turning a high cape.

“it looks bad,” said captain vane, gravely, “but things often look worse at a first glance than they really are.”

“i hope it may be so in this case,” said leo, in a low tone.

“good-bye to the north pole!” said benjy, with a look of despondency so deep that the rest of the party laughed in spite of themselves.

the truth was that poor benjy had suffered much during the sledge journey which they had begun, for although he rode, like the rest of them, on one of the eskimo sledges, the ice over which they had travelled along shore had been sufficiently rugged to necessitate constant getting off and on, as well as much scrambling over hummocks and broken ice. we have already said that benjy was not very robust, though courageous and full of spirit, so that he was prone to leap from the deepest depths of despair to the highest heights of hope at a moment’s notice—or vice versa. not having become inured to ice-travel, he was naturally much cast down when the chaos above-mentioned met his gaze.

“strange,” said the captain, after a long silent look at the barrier, “strange that we should find it here. the experience of former travellers placed it considerably to the south and west of this.”

“but you know,” said leo, “chingatok told us that the old ice drifts about just as the more recently formed does. who knows but we may find the end of it not far off, and perhaps may reach open water beyond, where we can make skin canoes, and launch forth on a voyage of discovery.”

“i vote that we climb the cliffs and try to see over the top of this horrid ice-jumble,” said benjy.

“not a bad suggestion, lad. let us do so. we will encamp here, anders. let all the people have a good feed, and tell chingatok to follow us. you will come along with him.”

a few hours later, and the captain, leo, alf, benjy, chingatok, and the interpreter stood on the extreme summit of the promontory which they had named cape chaos, and from which they had a splendid bird’s-eye view of the whole region.

it was indeed a tremendous and never-to-be-forgotten scene.

as far as the eye could reach, the ocean was covered with ice heaped together in some places in the wildest confusion, and so firmly wedged in appearance that it seemed as if it had lain there in a solid mass from the first day of creation. elsewhere the ice was more level and less compact. in the midst of this rugged scene, hundreds of giant icebergs rose conspicuously above the rest, towering upwards in every shape and of all sizes, from which the bright sun was flashed back in rich variety of form, from the sharp gleam that trickled down an edge of ice to the refulgent blaze on a glassy face which almost rivalled the sun himself in brilliancy. these icebergs, extending as they did to the horizon, where they mingled with and were lost in the pearl-grey sky, gave an impression of vast illimitable perspective. although no sign of an open sea was at first observed, there was no lack of water to enliven the scene, for here and there, and everywhere, were pools and ponds, and even lakes of goodly size, which had been formed on the surface by the melting ice. in these the picturesque masses were faithfully reflected, and over them vast flocks of gulls, eider-ducks, puffins, and other wild-fowl of the north, disported themselves in garrulous felicity.

on the edge of the rocky precipice, from which they had a bird’s-eye view of the scene, our discoverers stood silent for some time, absorbed in contemplation, with feelings of mingled awe and wonder. then exclamations of surprise and admiration broke forth.

“the wonderful works of god!” said the captain, in a tone of profound reverence.

“beautiful, beyond belief!” murmured alf.

“but it seems an effectual check to our advance,” said the practical leo, who, however, was by no means insensible to the extreme beauty of the scene.

“not effectual, lad; not effectual,” returned the captain, stretching out his hand and turning to the interpreter; “look, anders, d’ye see nothing on the horizon away to the nor’ard? isn’t that a bit of water-sky over there?”

“ya,” replied the interpreter, gazing intently, “there be watter-sky over there. ya. but not possobubble for go there. ice too big an’ brokkin up.”

“ask chingatok what he thinks,” returned the captain.

chingatok’s opinion was that the water-sky indicated the open sea. he knew that sea well—had often paddled over it, and his own country lay in it.

“but how ever did he cross that ice?” asked the captain; “what says he to that, anders?”

“i did not cross it,” answered the eskimo, through anders. “when i came here with my party the ice was not there; it was far off yonder.”

he pointed to the eastward.

“just so,” returned the captain, with a satisfied nod, “that confirms my opinion. you see, boys, that the coast here trends off to the east’ard in a very decided manner. now, if that was only the shore of a bay, and the land again ran off to the nor’ard, it would not be possible for such a sea of ice to have come from that direction. i therefore conclude that we are standing on the most northern cape of greenland; that greenland itself is a huge island, unconnected with the polar lands; that we are now on the shores of the great polar basin, in which, somewhere not very far from the pole itself, lies the home of our friend chingatok—at least so i judge from what he has said. moreover, i feel sure that the water-sky we see over there indicates the commencement of that ‘open sea’ which, i hold, in common with many learned men, lies around the north pole, and which i am determined to float upon before many days go by.”

“we’d better spread our wings then, father, and be off at once,” said benjy; “for it’s quite certain that we’ll never manage to scramble over that ice-jumble with sledges.”

“nevertheless, i will try, benjy.”

“but how, uncle?” asked leo.

“ay, how?” repeated alf, “that is the question.”

“come, come, alf, let shakespeare alone,” said the pert benjy, “if you must quote, confine yourself to buzzby.”

“nay, benjy, be not so severe. it was but a slip. besides, our leader has not forbidden our carrying a whole library in our heads, so long as we take only one book in our pockets. but, uncle, you have not yet told us how you intend to cross that amazing barrier which benjy has appropriately styled an ice-jumble.”

“how, boy?” returned the captain, who had been gazing eagerly in all directions while they talked, “it is impossible for me to say how. all that i can speak of with certainty as to our future movements is, that the road by which we have come to the top of this cliff will lead us to the bottom again, where toolooha is preparing for us an excellent supper of bear-steaks and tea. one step at a time, lads, is my motto; when that is taken we shall see clearly how and where to take the next.”

a sound sleep was the step which the whole party took after that which led to the bear-steaks. then captain vane arose, ordered the dogs to be harnessed to the sledges, and, laying his course due north, steered straight out upon the sea of ancient ice.