shows a gloomy prospect—starvation threatened, and wonderfully averted.
angut was a true prophet. when rooney awoke next morning, his ears told him that the rushing of ice-cold rivulets through ice-valleys, and the roar of ice-born cataracts had increased considerably during the hours of darkness.
the warmth which caused this did not, indeed, at first strike him, for the air of the cavern and the character of his bed had chilled him so much that he was shivering with cold. on glancing at his still sleeping comrades in misfortune, he observed that these tough creatures slept with the peaceful aspect of infants, whom, being both fat and rotund, they resembled in nearly everything except size.
rising and going quietly out, he beat his arms vigorously across his chest until circulation was fully restored. then he mounted a neighbouring ice-ledge, and saw at a glance that their case had become desperate.
“angut was right,” he murmured bitterly, and then stood for a long time contemplating the scene in silence.
considered apart from their circumstances, the scene was indeed glorious. not only had the warmth of the air begun to swell the rivulets which leaped and brawled down the pale-green slopes around him, but the pack had opened out, so as to completely change the aspect of the sea. instead of being clothed with ice, showing only a lane of water here and there, it was now an open sea crowded with innumerable ice-islets of every fantastic shape and size.
it added something to the bitterness of the poor man’s feelings that this state of things would, he knew, have been the very best for their escape in kayaks and oomiaks, for a profound calm prevailed, and the sea, where clear of ice, glittered in the rising sun like a shield of polished gold.
he was roused from his meditations by the sound of footsteps behind him. turning quickly, he beheld ippegoo holding his jaws with both hands and with an expression of unutterable woe on his face.
“halo, ippe, what’s wrong with you?”
a groan was the reply, and rooney, although somewhat anxious, found it difficult to restrain a laugh.
“i’ve got—oh! oh! oh! oh!—a mad tooth,” gasped the poor youth.
“a mad tooth! poor fellow!—we call that toothache where i come from.”
“what care i whether you call it mad tooth or tootik?” cried ippegoo petulantly. “it is horrible! dreadful! awful!—like fire and fury in the heart.”
the sufferer used one or two more eskimo expressions, suggestive of excruciating agony, which are not translatable into english.
“if i only had a pair of pincers, but—look, ippe, look,” said rooney, pointing to the sea, in the hope of distracting his mind from present pain by referring to threatening danger; “look—our kayaks being lost, we have no hope of escaping, so we must starve.”
his little device, well-meant though it was, failed. a groan and glance of indifference was the eskimo’s reply, for starvation and danger were familiar and prospective evils, whereas toothache was a present horror.
we fear it must be told of ippegoo that he was not celebrated for endurance of pain, and that, being fond of sympathy, he was apt to give full vent to his feelings—the result, perhaps, of having an over-indulgent mother. toothache—one of the diseases to which greenlanders are peculiarly liable—invariably drew forth ippegoo’s tenderest feelings for himself, accompanied by touching lamentations.
“come, ippe, be more of a man. even your mother would scold you for groaning like that.”
“but it is so shriekingly bad!” returned the afflicted youth, with increasing petulance.
“of course it is. i know that; poor fellow! but come, i will try to cure you,” said rooney, who, under the impression that violent physical exertion coupled with distraction of mind would produce good effect, had suddenly conceived a simple ruse. “do you see yon jutting ice-cliff that runs down to a point near the edge of the berg?”
“yes, i see,” whimpered ippegoo.
“well, it will require you to run at your top speed to get there while you count fifteen twenties. now, if you run there within that time—at your very top speed, mind—” rooney paused, and looked serious.
“yes; well?” said ippegoo, whose curiosity had already begun to check the groans.
“if you run there,” continued the seaman, with a look and tone of deep solemnity, “at the very toppest speed that you can do, and look round that ice-point, you will see—”
“what?” gasped ippegoo excitedly—for he was easily excited.
“something,” returned rooney mysteriously. “i cannot tell exactly what you will see, because i am not an angekok, and have no torngak to tell me; but i am quite sure that you will see something! only, the benefit of seeing it will depend on your running as fast as you can. now, are you ready?”
“yes, quite ready,” exclaimed the youth, tightening his girdle of sealskin eagerly.
“well then—away!” shouted rooney.
off went ippegoo at a pace which was obviously the best that he was capable of putting forth. rooney counted as he ran, and in a much shorter time than had been specified he reached the point, for the level track, or what we may style sea-shore, of the berg was not a bad race-course. suddenly, however, he came to an abrupt halt, and threw up his arms as if in amazement. then he turned round and ran back at a pace that was even greater than he had achieved on the outward run. rooney was himself greatly surprised at this, for, as the youth drew nearer, the expression of his face showed that he had indeed seen “something” which had not been in the seaman’s calculations. he spluttered and gasped as he came near, in his effort to speak.
“what is it?—take time, lad,” said rooney quietly.
“a b–bear! a bear!” cried ippegoo.
“what! did it run at you?” asked rooney, becoming slightly excited in his turn, and keeping his eye on the ice-point.
“n–no; no. it was sitting on—on its tail—l–looking at the—the s–sea.”
“and we’ve no weapon bigger than an eskimo knife,” exclaimed the sailor, with a frown of discontent—“not even a bit of stick to tie the knife to. what a chance lost! he would have kept us in food for some weeks. well, well, this is bad luck. come, ippe, we’ll go back to the cave, and consult about this.”
on returning to the cheerless retreat, they found the rest of the party just awakening. the men were yawning and rubbing their eyes, while the women, with characteristic activity and self-denial, were gathering together the few scraps of food that remained from the previous night’s supper.
“there is a bear just round the point—so ippe says—what’s to be done?” asked rooney on entering.
up jumped the four men and two boys as if they had been made of indiarubber.
“attack it,” cried arbalik.
“kill it,” exclaimed norrak.
“and eat it,” said ermigit.
“what will you attack it with?” asked simek in a slightly contemptuous tone—“with your fingernails? if so, you had better send sigokow to do battle, for she could beat the three of you.”
the youths stood abashed.
“we have no spears,” said simek, “and knives are useless. bad luck follows us.”
“it is my opinion,” said okiok, “that whatever we do, or try to do, we had better eat something before doing it. bring the victuals, nuna.”
“okiok is right,” said angut; “and arbalik had better go out and watch while we consult, so as to give us timely warning if the bear comes this way.”
without a word, arbalik caught up a piece of blubber, and went out of the cave to enjoy his frugal breakfast while acting sentinel. the others, sitting down on their respective bearskins, ate and consulted hastily. the consultation was of little use, for they were utterly helpless, and the breakfast was not much more profitable, for there was far too little of it. still, as rooney truly remarked when the last morsel was consumed, it was better than nothing.
“well now, my friends,” said angut at last, “since our food is done, and all our talk has come to nothing, i propose that we go out in a body to see this bear. as we cannot kill him, we must get rid of him by driving him away, for if we let him remain on the berg, he will come upon us when we are asleep, perhaps, and kill us.”
“yes, that is best,” said okiok. “if we separate, so as to distract him, and then make a united rush from all points, shrieking, that will drive him into the sea.”
“let us put ippe in front,” suggested simek, with a twinkling eye; “he yells better than any of us.”
“’specially when he’s got the toothache,” added rooney.
the object of this touch of pleasantry smiled in a good-humouredly imbecile manner. it was clear that his malady had been cured, at least for the time.
“but we must be very cautious,” remarked rooney, becoming serious, as they rose to proceed on their adventure. “it would not do to let any of our party get hurt. to my thinking, the women should take to the ice-cliffs before we begin, and get upon pinnacles, up which the bear could not climb.”
while he was speaking, arbalik came running in with the information that the bear was approaching.
“has it seen you?” asked angut, as they all ran out.
“i think not. from the way it walks, i think it has no suspicion of any one being on the berg.”
in a few seconds they reached the point of the promontory or cliff in which their cave lay, and each member of the party peeped round with excessive caution, and there, sure enough, they beheld a white polar bear of truly formidable size. but it had changed its course after arbalik saw it, for by that time it had turned up one of the ice-valleys before-mentioned and begun to ascend into the interior of the berg. the slow, heavy gait of the unwieldy animal suggested to rooney the idea that an active man could easily get out of its way, but the cat-like activity with which it bounded over one or two rivulets that came in its way quickly dissipated that idea.
“the farther he goes up that valley,” whispered simek, “the more trouble we shall have in driving him into the sea.”
“he does not seem to know his own mind,” remarked okiok, as the bear again changed his course, and entered one of the small gorges that opened into the larger valley.
“he knows it well enough,” said ermigit. “don’t you see he is making for the ice-top, where these gulls are sitting? the fool expects to catch them asleep.”
ermigit seemed to have guessed rightly, for after clambering up the ice-gorge referred to until he gained a high ledge or plateau, he began regularly to stalk the birds with the sly patience of a cat.
there was much in the bear’s favour, for the recent fall of a pinnacle had covered the ledge with shattered blocks of all shapes and sizes, in the shelter of which it could creep towards its prey. our eskimos watched the proceeding open-mouthed, with profound interest. to within twenty yards or so of its game did that white-robed arctic hunter approach. then it crouched for a rush at the unconscious birds, for no other lump of ice lay between them and their foe.
the charge was vigorously made, almost too vigorously, for when the birds flew lightly off the ledge, and descended to a narrower one a little farther down, it was all the bear could do to check itself on the very edge of the precipice. if it had gone over, the consequences would have been dire, for the precipice was, not sheer, but still a very steep slope of ice, several hundred feet deep, which terminated in those rugged masses on the berg-shore that had fallen from the cliffs above. there was only one break in the vast slope, namely, the narrow ledge half-way down on which the birds had taken refuge.
going to the extreme edge of the precipice, the bear sat down on his haunches, and hungrily contemplated the birds, which were now beyond his reach, twittering noisily as if to tantalise him.
“i would that i had a spear,” growled okiok.
“i would venture at him even with a big stick,” said simek.
“my friends,” said rooney, with sudden animation, “listen to me. if you will promise me to keep very quiet, and not to follow me whatever may happen, i will show you how kablunets overcome difficulties.”
of course the eskimos were ready to make any promises that might be required of them, and looked at their friend with surprise as he threw off his sealskin coat and tightened the belt round his waist. but they were still more surprised, when, without another word, he set off, in only shirt and trousers, to climb the valley of ice, and make for the spot where the bear sat in melancholy meditation.
while ascending, rooney took care to avail himself of the rugged nature of the ice, so as to conceal himself entirely from the bear—though this was scarcely needful, for the animal’s back was turned towards the kablunet, and his whole attention was concentrated on the gulls. as rooney wore eskimo boots—the soles of which are soft,—he made little or no noise in walking, and thus managed to gain the platform unperceived by the bear, though visible all the time to the eskimos, to whom he looked little bigger than a crow on the height. their delight, however, began to be tempered with anxiety when they saw the reckless man creep to within twenty yards of the monster, making use of the ice-blocks as it had done before him.
the intentions of the kablunet were incomprehensible to his friends. could it be that, ignorant of the strength of the beast and its tenacity of life, the foolish man hoped to stab it to death with a small knife? impossible! and yet he was evidently preparing for action of some sort.
but red rooney was not quite so foolish as they supposed him to be. having gained the nearest possible point to his victim, he made a sudden and tremendous rush at it. he knew that life and death were in the balance at any rate; but he also knew that to remain inactive on that iceberg would remove life out of the balance altogether. he therefore threw all his energy of soul and body into that rush, and launched himself against the broad back of the bear. it was an awful shock. rooney was swift as well as heavy, so that his weight, multiplied into his velocity, sufficed to dislodge the wonder-stricken animal. one wild spasmodic effort it made to recover itself, and in doing so gave rooney what may be called a backhander on the head, that sent him reeling on the ice.
curiously enough, it was this that saved the daring man, for if he had not received that blow, the impetus of his attack would have certainly sent himself as well as the bear over the cliff.
as it was, the monster went over headlong, with a sort of compound shriek and howl that made the very ice-cliffs ring. then, down he went—not head or feet first, or sideways, or any way, but every way by turns, and no way long. indeed, he spun and, as it were, spurted down that mighty face of ice. each instant intensified the velocity; each whirl increased the complex nature of the force. the ledge half-way down, from which the affrighted gulls fled shrieking, did not even check the descent, but with bursting violence shunted the victim out into space, through which he hurled till re-met by the terrific slope farther down, which let him glissade like a shooting star into indescribable ruin!
enough of that bear was left, however, to render it worth while picking up the fragments. shouting with laughter and yelling with glee, the eskimos made for the spot where the mangled carcass lay. soon after they were joined by the hero of the day.
“food enough now for a moon, or more,” said rooney, as he came up.
“yes; and no need to beat the meat to make it tender,” responded okiok, lifting and letting fall one of the limp legs of the creature, whose every bone seemed to have been smashed to pieces in the tremendous descent.
it was no doubt a considerable reduction of their satisfaction at supper that evening that they had to eat their bear-chops raw, not having the means of making fire; but they were not disposed to find fault with their good-fortune on that account. if they had only possessed two small pieces of wood with which to create the necessary friction, they could easily have made a lamp out of one of the bear’s shoulder-blades, and found oil enough in his own fat, while a tag of sealskin, or some other portion of clothing might have supplied a wick; but not a scrap of wood was to be obtained on that verdureless island. okiok did indeed suggest that norrak and ippegoo, being both possessed of hard and prominent noses, might rub these organs together till they caught fire; but norrak turned up his nose at the suggestion, and ippegoo shook his head doubtfully.
in the circumstances, therefore, they obtained light at least for the purposes of vision by commencing supper long before sunset, and most of them continued it long after dark. thus the second night was passed on the berg.
on the third day, the weather being still warm and calm, angut, simek, okiok, and rooney ascended, after their bear-breakfast, to the break-neck height from which that breakfast had been precipitated, for the purpose of taking a meteorological observation.
“it is quite plain to me,” said rooney—who, being in some sort at sea, was, as it were, more at home than his companions—“it is quite plain to me that we have got fairly into the great polar current, and are travelling in a sou’-sou’-west direction down davis straits.”
no doubt rooney gave “sou’-sou’-west” in some sort of eskimo jargon with which we are not acquainted. his lingual powers were indeed marvellous, and when simple words failed him he took refuge in compound phraseology.
“but,” asked okiok, “how can you tell that we are going south? the mist is thick; we cannot see land.”
“do you not see the small pieces of ice?” replied rooney, pointing to the sea.
“yes,” said the eskimo; “they are going north faster than we are; that is all.”
“why do they go north faster than we do?” asked rooney.
“that i know not.”
“i will tell you, okiok. it is because there is a surface current here flowing northward, and the small pieces of ice go with it because they are not deep. but this berg is very deep. there is far more of it below water than what we see above. its bottom goes deep down into the under-current which flows south, and so it is being carried south—not north at all,—against the variable surface-currents, and it would go even against the wind if there was any. do you understand?”
“huk!” exclaimed the eskimo, though he still looked perplexed.
“i have seen these bergs breaking from the great land-ice since i was a little boy,” said angut, with earnest gravity, “and i have seen them float away and away till they vanished in the far-off. can ridroonee tell where they go to?”
“truly i can. they are carried by currents out into the great sea—we call it the atlantic,—and there they melt and disappear.”
“then shall we disappear with this berg, if we don’t escape from it?” said okiok, with a look so serious that it was almost humorous.
“that is the pleasant prospect in store for us, as you say,” returned rooney; “but cheer up, lad. we intend to escape from it; so don’t let your heart sink, else your body won’t be able to swim.”
on the strength of this consolatory remark, the four men returned to the cave to recruit their energies and hopes on a fresh supply of the raw bear.
