tells, among other things, of a notable discovery.
soon after this, signs of approaching winter began to make their appearance in the regions of the north pole. the sun, which at first had been as a familiar friend night and day, had begun to absent himself not only all night, but during a large portion of each day, giving sure though quiet hints of his intention to forsake the region altogether, and leave it to the six months’ reign of night. frost began to render the nights bitterly cold. the birds, having brought forth and brought up their young, were betaking themselves to more temperate regions, leaving only such creatures as bears, seals, walruses, foxes, wolves, and men, to enjoy, or endure, the regions of the frigid zone.
suddenly there came a day in october when all the elemental fiends and furies of the arctic circle seemed to be let loose in wildest revelry. it was a turning-point in the arctic seasons.
by that time captain vane and his party had transported all their belongings to great isle, where they had taken up their abode beside old makitok. they had, with that wizard’s permission, built to themselves a temporary stone hut, as benjy vane facetiously said, “on the very top of the north pole itself;” that is, on the little mound or truncated cone of rock, in the centre of the great isle, on which they had already set up the observatory, and which cone was, in very truth, as nearly as possible the exact position of that long-sought-for imaginary point of earth as could be ascertained by repeated and careful observations, made with the best of scientific instruments by thoroughly capable men.
chingatok and his father, with a large band of their followers and some of their women, had also encamped, by permission, round the pole, where, in the intervals of the chase, they watched, with solemn and unflagging interest, the incomprehensible doings of the white men.
the storm referred to began with heavy snow—that slow, quiet, down-floating of great flakes which is so pleasant, even restful, in its effect on the senses. at first it seemed as if a golden haze were mixed with the snowfall, suggesting the idea that the sun’s rays were penetrating it.
“most beautiful!” said leo, who sat beside the captain and his friends on the north pole enjoying the view through the open doorway of the hut, and sipping a cup of coffee.
“it reminds me,” said alf, “of buzzby’s lines:—
“‘the snowflakes falling softly
in the morning’s golden prime,
suggestive of a gentle touch
and the silent flight of time.’”
“behold a more powerful reminder of the flight of time!” said benjy, pointing to the aged makitok, who, with white beard and snow-besprinkled person, came slowly towards them like the living embodiment of “old father christmas.”
“come,” said leo, hastening to assist the old man, “let me help you up the pole.”
leo, and indeed all the party, had fallen in with benjy’s humour, and habitually referred thus to their mound.
“why comes the ancient one here through the snow?” said captain vane, rising and offering makitok his seat, which was an empty packing-case. “surely my friend does not think we would forget him? does not benjy always carry him his morning cup of coffee when the weather is too bad for him to come hither?”
“truly,” returned the old man, sitting down with a sigh, “the kablunets are kind. they never forget. bunjee never fails to bring the cuffy, though he does sometimes pretend to forget the shoogre, till i have tasted it and made a bad face; then he laughs and remembers that the shoogre is in his pouch. it is his little way. but i come not to-day for cuffy; i come to warn. there is danger in the air. blackbeard must take his strange things,” (thus he referred to the philosophical instruments), “away from here—from—ha!—from nort pole, and put them in my hut, where they will be safe.”
the captain did not at once reply. turning to his companions he said—
“i see no particular reason to fear this ‘danger in the air.’ i’ll go and consult chingatok or his father on the point.”
“the ancient one, as you call him,” said benjy, “seems to be growing timid with age.”
“the youthful one,” retorted the captain, “seems to be growing insolent with age. go, you scamp, and tell amalatok i want to speak with him.”
whatever faults our young hero had, disobedience was not one of them. he rose promptly, and soon returned with the chief of poloeland.
amalatok confirmed the wizard’s opinions, and both opinions were still more powerfully confirmed, while he was speaking, by a gust of wind which suddenly came rushing at them as if from all points of the compass, converging at the pole and shooting upwards like a whirlwind, carrying several hats of the party with volumes of the now wildly agitated snow up into the sky.
there was no room for further hesitation.
“why, massa bunjay, i thought my woolly scalp he hoed up ’long wid my hat!” cried butterface, leaping up in obedience to the captain’s hurried order to look sharp and lend a hand.
in a short time all the instruments were removed from the observatory and carefully housed in makitok’s hut. even while they were thus engaged the storm burst on them with excessive violence. the snow which had been falling so softly, was caught up by the conflicting winds and hurled high into the air, or driven furiously over the valley in all directions, for the gale did not come from any fixed quarter; it rose and swooped and eddied about, driving the snow-drift now here, now there, and shrieking as if in wild delight at the chaotic havoc it was permitted to play.
“confusion worse confounded!” gasped leo, as he staggered past alf with the last load on his shoulder.
“and yet there must be order everywhere,” observed chingatok, when, after all were safely housed in makitok’s hut that evening, he heard leo repeat that sentiment.
“why do you think so, chingatok?” asked the captain with some curiosity.
“because there is order even in my hut,” returned the giant. “pingasuk, (referring to his wife), keeps all things in perfect order. is the world-maker less wise than pingasuk? sometimes, no doubt, when pingasuk is cooking, or arranging, things may seem in disorder to the eye of my little boy meltik and the small one, (referring to baby), but when meltik and the small one grow older and wiser, they will see that it is not so.”
while chingatok was speaking, a gust of wind more furious than ever struck the hut and shook it to its foundations. at the same time a loud rumbling sound was heard outside. most of the men leaped up, caught hold of spears or knives, and rushed out. through the driving drift they could just see that the observatory, which was a flimsy structure, had been swept clean away, and that the more solid hut was following it. even as they gazed they saw its roof caught up, and whirled off as if it had been a scroll of paper. the walls fell immediately after, and the stones rolled down the rocky cone with a loud rattling, which was partially drowned by the shrieking of the tempest.
for three days the storm lasted. during that time it was almost impossible to show face in the open air. on the night of the third day the fury of the wind abated. then it suddenly became calm, but when butterface opened the door, and attempted to go out, he found himself effectually checked by a wall of snow. the interior of the hut was pitch dark, and it was not until a lamp had been lighted that the party found they were buried alive!
to dig themselves out was not, however, a difficult matter. but what a scene presented itself to their view when they regained the upper air! no metamorphosis conceived by ovid or achieved by the magic lantern; no pantomimic transformation; no eccentricity of dreamland ever equalled it! when last seen, the valley was clothed in all the rich luxuriance of autumnal tints, and alive with the twitter and plaintive cry of bird-life. now it was draped in the pure winding-sheet of winter, and silent in the repose of arctic death. nothing almost was visible but snow. everything was whelmed in white. only here and there a few of the sturdier clumps of bushes held up their loads like gigantic wedding-cakes, and broke the universal sameness of the scene. one raven was the only living representative of the birds that had fled. it soared calmly over the waste, as if it were the wizard who had wrought the change, and was admiring its work.
“winter is upon us fairly now, friends,” said captain vane as he surveyed the prospect from the pole, which was itself all but buried in the universal drift, and capped with the hugest wedding-cake of all; “we shall have to accommodate ourselves to circumstances, and prepare for the campaign.”
“i suppose the first thing we shall have to do is to build a snow-house,” said benjy, looking ruefully round, for, as usual, he was depressed by first appearances.
“just so, benjy; and the sooner we go to work the better.”
now, the reader must not hastily conclude that we are about to inflict on him or her a detailed narrative of a six months’ residence at the north pole. we have no such fell design. much though there is to tell,—much of suffering, more of enjoyment, many adventures, numerous stirring incidents, and not a few mishaps—we shall pass over the most of it in total silence, and touch only on those points which are worthy of special notice.
let us leap, then, into the very middle of the arctic winter. it is continuously dark now. there is no day at all at the pole; it is night all round. the last glimmer of the departing sun left them months ago; the next glimmer of his return will not reach them for months to come. the northern eskimos and their english visitors were well aware of that, nevertheless there was nothing of gloom or depressed spirits among them. they were too busy for that. had not meat to be procured, and then consumed? did not the procuring involve the harnessing of dogs in sledges, the trapping of foxes and wolves, the fighting of walruses, the chasing of polar bears; and did not the consuming thereof necessitate much culinary work for the women, much and frequent attention and labour on the part of the whole community, not to mention hours, and sometimes days, of calm repose?
then, as to light, had they not the aurora borealis, that mysterious shimmering in the northern sky which has puzzled philosophers from the beginning of time, and is not unlikely to continue puzzling them to the end? had they not the moon and the stars, which latter shone with a brilliancy almost indescribable, and among them the now doubly interesting pole star, right overhead, with several new and gorgeous constellations unknown to southern climes?
besides all this, had not captain vane his scientific investigations, his pendulum experiments, his wind-gauging, his ozone testing, his thermometric, barometric, and chronometric observations, besides what benjy styled his kiteometric pranks? these last consisted in attempts to bring lightning down from the clouds by means of a kite and cord, and in which effort the captain managed to knock himself down, and well-nigh shattered the north pole itself in pieces!
moreover, had not leo to act the part of physician and surgeon to the community? a duty which he fulfilled so well that there never had been before that time such a demand for physic in flatland, and, it is probable, there never will be so many sick people there again. in addition to this, leo had to exercise his marvellous powers as a huntsman. benjy, of course, played his wonted r?le of mischief-maker and jack-of-all-trades to the entire satisfaction of everybody, especially on that great occasion when he succeeded in killing a polar bear single-handed, and without the aid of gun or spear or any lethal weapon whatever;—of which great event, more hereafter. anders, the southern eskimo, made himself generally agreeable, and butterface became a prime favourite, chiefly because of his inexhaustible fund of fun and good humour, coupled with his fine musical qualities.
we have not said much on this latter point hitherto, because we have been unwilling to overwhelm the reader with too sudden a disclosure of that marvellous magazine of power which was latent in our band of heroes; but we feel it to be our duty now to state that the negro sang his native melodies with such pathos that he frequently reduced, (perhaps we should say elevated), the unsophisticated eskimos to floods of tears, and sometimes to convulsions of laughter. as, at benjy’s suggestion, he sometimes changed his moods abruptly, the tears often mingled with the convulsions, so as to produce some vivid illustrations of eskimo hysteria.
but butterface’s strong point was the flute! no one who had not witnessed it could adequately conceive the poutings of thick red lips and general contortions of black visage that seemed necessary in order to draw the tones out of that simple instrument. the agonies of expression, the hissing of wind, and the turning up of whites of large black eyes,—it is past belief! the fruitless efforts of the eskimos to imitate him were as nothing to the great original, and their delight at the sound was only equalled by their amazement at the sight.
alf assisted the captain scientifically and otherwise. of course he was compelled, during the long winter, to lay aside his geological hammer and botanical box; but, then, had he not the arrangement and naming of his specimens? his chief work, however, was to act the unwonted, and, we may add, unexpected work of a lawgiver.
this duty devolved on him thus:
when grabantak recovered health—which he was very long in doing—his spirit was so far subdued that he agreed—somewhat sulkily, it is true—to all that his prime minister had done while he held the reins of government. then he was induced to visit great isle, where he was introduced to his mortal foe amalatok, whom he found to be so much a man after his own heart that he no longer sighed for the extraction of his spinal marrow or the excision of his liver, but became a fast friend, and was persuaded by alf to agree to a perpetual peace. he also took a great fancy to chingatok, who begged of alf to read to the chief of flatland some of the strange and new ideas contained in his little book.
alf willingly complied, and for hours these northern savages sat in rapt attention listening to the bible story.
“my son,” said grabantak one evening to chingatok, “if we are henceforth to live in peace, why not unite and become one nation?”
“why not?” echoed chingatok.
when amalatok and makitok heard the question propounded, they also said, “why not?” and, as nobody objected, the thing was settled off-hand then and there.
“but,” said the prime minister of flatland, starting a difficulty, “who is to be greatest chief?”
amalatok, on whose mind the spirit of christianity had been gradually making an impression, said promptly, “let grabantak be chief. he is wise in council and brave in war.”
grabantak had instantly jumped to the conclusion that he ought to be greatest chief, and was about to say so, when amalatok’s humility struck him dumb. recovering himself he replied—
“but there is to be no mere war! and i have been a warrior. no, let amalatok be great chief. he is old, and wisdom lies with age.”
“i am not so sure of that!” muttered captain vane to himself in english; then to the giant in eskimo, “what says chingatok?”
“may i speak, my father?” said the giant, dutifully, to amalatok.
“you may speak, my son.”
“then,” continued chingatok, “i would advise that there should be three chiefs, who shall be equal—my father, grabantak, and makitok. let these consult about our affairs. let the people appoint twelve men to hold council with them, and what the most of them agree to shall be done.”
after some further talk this compromise was agreed to.
“but the laws of poloeland and those of flatland are different,” said amalatok, starting another objection. “we must have the same laws.”
“my brother chief is wise,” said grabantak. “let us have new laws, and let that wise young kablunet, alf, make them.”
“both my brother chiefs are wise,” said makitok. “let it be done, and let him take the laws out of the little thing that speaks to him.” (thus they referred to the bible, having no word in their language by which to name it.)
great was the surprise of alf at the honour and labour thus thrust upon him, but he did not shrink from it. on the contrary, he set to work at once with notebook and pencil, and set down the two “great commandments:” “thou shalt love the lord thy god with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind;” and, “thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself,” as the first law in the new code. he set down as the second the golden rule, “whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them.”
proceeding from these as a basis, he worked his way gradually down the code till he had embraced nearly all the possibilities of eskimo life—a work which kept him busy all the winter, and was not quite finished when “time and tide” obliged him and his companions to quit the land.
now, not long after this eventful council, benjy vane burst rather irreverently into his father’s hut with excited looks, holding what looked like an old book in his hand.
“what have you got there, lad?”
“i’ve got it at last, father! you know i’ve been trying to wheedle old makitok into letting me open his mysterious bundle. well, i prevailed on him to let me do it this afternoon. after unrolling bundle after bundle, i came at last to the centre, and found that it contained nothing whatever but this book, wrapped up in an old cotton pocket-handkerchief. the book is very old, father. see, 1611 on the first page. i did not take time to glance at more than that, but brought it straight away to you.”
“hand it over, benjy,” said the captain eagerly. “this accounts for the mysterious ‘buk’ that we’ve heard so much about.”
he received the little book with a look of tender curiosity and opened it carefully, while leo, alf, and his son looked on over his shoulder.
“1611, sure enough,” he said, “though not very legible. the characters are queer, too. try, alf, what you can make of it.”
alf took the book. as he did so old makitok entered, somewhat anxious as to what they were doing with his treasure. being quieted by the captain with a draught of cold tea, and made to sit down, the examination of the book proceeded.
“it is much worn, and in places is almost illegible, as might be expected,” said alf. “let me see. ‘coast of labrador, (something illegible here), 1611. this day the mutineers took possess ... (can’t make out what follows), and put captain hudson, with his son, myself, the carpenter, and five sick men into the dinghy, casting us, (blank), with some, (blank), and one cask of water. i begin this diary to-day. it may never be seen by man, but if it does fall into the hands of any one who can read it, he will do a service to ... by conveying ... england.—john mackintosh, seaman.’
“can it be possible?” said alf, looking up from the relic with an expression of deep solemnity, “that we have found a record of that great arctic explorer, the unfortunate henry hudson?”
“it seems like it, alf; read on,” said leo, eagerly.
we will not further trouble the reader with alf’s laboured deciphering of this curious and ancient notebook, which was not only stained and worn, but in many places rudely torn, as if its owner had seen much hard service. we will merely run over a few of the chief points which it cleared up. unfortunately, it threw no additional light on the fate of poor hudson. many of the first pages of the book which no doubt treated of that, had been destroyed and the legible portion began in the middle of a record of travelling with a sledge-party of eskimos to the north of parallel 85 degrees 20 minutes—a higher northern latitude, it will be observed, than had been reached by any subsequent explorer except captain vane. no mention being made of english comrades, the presumption remained that they had all been killed or had died—at all events that mackintosh had been separated from them, and was the only survivor of the party travelling with the eskimos.
further on the journal, which was meagre in detail, and kept in the dry form of a log-book, spoke of having reached a far northern settlement. reference was also made to a wife and family, leading to the conclusion that the seaman had permanently cast in his lot with the savages, and given up all hope of returning to his native land.
one sentence near the end caused a considerable sensation, and opened their eyes to a fact which they might have guessed if they had not been too much taken up with the spelling out of the faded pencilling to think of it at first.
alf read it with difficulty. it ran thus:—
“another boy born to-day. his name is igluk. it is only the eldest boy of a family, in this tribe, who bears his father’s surname. my eldest alone goes by the name of mackintosh. his eldest will bear the same name, and so on. but these eskimos make a sad mess of it. i doubt if my scotch kinsmen would recognise us under the name of makitok which is the nearest—”
“makitok!” shouted benjy, gazing open-eyed at the white-bearded wizard, who returned the gaze with some astonishment.
“why, old boy,” cried the boy, jumping up and seizing the wizard’s hand, “you’re a scotsman!”
“so he is,” said the captain with a look of profound interest.
“and i say,” continued benjy, in a tone so solemn that the eyes of all the party were turned on him, “we did find him sitting on the north pole!”
“and what of that, you excitable goose?” said the captain.
“goose, father! am i a goose for recognising the fulfilment of an ancient prophecy? has it not been a familiar saying, ever since i was born, that when the north pole was discovered, a scotsman would be found sitting on the top of it?”
“unfortunately, ben,” returned alf with a laugh, “the same prophecy exists in other lands. among the germans, i believe, it is held that a bohemian and a jew will be found on the top of it.”
“that only confirms the correctness of prophecy in general,” retorted benjy, “for this man unites all these in his own person. does not this notebook prove him to be a scot? have we not just found him? which proves him to be one of a ‘lost tribe’—in other words, a jew; and, surely, you’ll admit that, in appearance at least, he is bohemian enough for the settlement of any disputed question. yes, he’s a scotch bohemian jew, or i’m a dutchman.”
this discovery seemed almost too much for benjy. he could not think or talk of anything else the remainder of that day.
among other things he undertook to explain to makitok something of his origin and antecedents.
“ancient one,” he said earnestly, through the medium of anders, when he had led the old man aside privately, “you come of a grand nation. they are called scots, and are said to be remarkably long-headed and wonderfully cautious. great warriors, but greater at the arts of peace. and the fellow you call your first father was a mackintosh, (probably chief of all the mackintoshes), who sailed nearly 270 years ago to search for this very ‘north pole’ that we have got hold of at last. but your first father was not the leader, old boy. he was only a seaman. the leader was henry hudson—a man who ranks among the foremost of arctic explorers. he won’t be able to understand what that means, anders, but no matter—translate it the best way you can. this henry hudson was one of the most thorough and extensive searchers of these regions that ever sailed the northern seas. he made many important discoveries, and set out on his last voyage intending to sail right over the north pole to china, which i daresay he would have done, had not his rascally crew mutinied and cast him and his little son, with seven other men, adrift in a little boat—all of whom perished, no doubt, except your first father, makitok, my ancient tulip!”
he wound up this summary by grasping and shaking the wizard’s hand, and then flung off, to expend his feelings on other members of the community.
