the esquimaux leaves, and does not return.—all are able to see, and proceed.—find bears before them, and at the same time the masts of a ship are discovered.—push on, and at last assistance arriving, the bears are killed, and captain irvine takes archy on board the “kate,” the rest following.—adventures of the “kate”—shut up in the ice—short provisions.—captain dies.—ice opens, when sail is set, and the crew, enduring much suffering, the “kate” arrives off unst, an island of shetland.—archy, now truly repentant, writes to his mother, and when all on board have recovered, starts for home.—his arrival and reception.
when archy awoke he was somewhat alarmed on finding that the hunter and his dogs had left the hut. the lamp was still burning, and a large piece of seal’s flesh lay on the floor. archy hoped, therefore, that the esquimaux’s intentions were friendly, and that he did not purpose to desert them altogether. andrew, when he awoke, expressed his opinion that the hunter would certainly return. his and his companions’ eyes were still so painful, that having the means of procuring water they resolved to wait in the hut till their sight was restored, and then to try and make their way to the village of their new friend. that their confidence in his honesty was not misplaced, was proved by his return in the afternoon, when he and his dogs arrived, dragging another seal after them on a small sleigh, which he had probably before left at a distance.
he now intimated that his people at the village were in want of food, and that after eating and resting, he must go away to them; but he signified that he would soon again return; and as a proof of his good intentions, left them a large portion of the first seal that he had killed.
long before dawn the next morning the hunter set off. that day, though one of suffering, was passed in thankfulness by the shipwrecked seamen. their lives had been preserved, food had been supplied to them, and they might now hope, even if they could not reach the danish settlements, to pass the winter in safety in the camp of the friendly natives.
two days passed by, and the hunter did not return. the eyes of the three men were free from pain, and when they awoke after the third night of their sojourn in the hut, they could see clearly. archy, with unwearied diligence, had tended to all their wants, and he had frequently gone out to look for the expected return of the hunter, whenever they had expressed anxiety on the subject. at length they agreed that if he did not appear that evening, to set out without waiting for him longer, as their supply of blubber was nearly exhausted, and without it they could not keep their lamp burning. the morning came; still the hunter did not appear. packing up, therefore, the lamp with its wicks, and every particle of blubber they could scrape together, they again set out. they soon found it necessary, however, to tie some spare comforters round their heads, to shade their eyes from the glare of the sun, the pricking sensation, the prelude to snow-blindness, again quickly returning.
after travelling for some hours, they looked out anxiously for the huts of the esquimaux they expected to see. the traces of their friend’s sledge and footsteps had been entirely obliterated by a fall of snow, so that they had not the benefit of them as a guide; still they went on. frequently icebergs rose up in their course, and at length these became so numerous that they were completely bewildered among them. after a time they emerged again into a more open space, when archy, whose quick eyes were ever on the alert, cried out that he saw three objects moving some way ahead.
“they are bears, i do believe,” he exclaimed, “and they seem as if they were digging into the snow with their snouts.” after going on a little further the rest agreed that he was right. andrew got his rifle ready.
“if we attempt to run the creatures will follow—it’s their nature to do so. we must try and kill one of them, and frighten the others away. show a bold front, friends, and we may yet escape their claws.”
while andrew had been speaking archy had cast his eyes westward.
“look, look,” he exclaimed. “i see the masts of a ship rising up against the yellow sky, near where the sun has just gone down.”
forgetting for the moment about the bears, the whole party turned their eyes in the direction archy pointed.
“you are right, boy—praise heaven for it,” said andrew. “though my eyes are weak i see the masts clearly. she must have been caught in the floe before she could make her way into harbour for shelter. we may reach her this night, and we will try to give the bears the go-by without interfering with them.”
the thought of a friendly greeting from countrymen, and a warm cabin and wholesome food, after all their toils, raised the spirits of the weary seamen. they once more pushed forward, making a circuit to avoid the savage animals, and then directed their course towards the ship. the long twilight enabled them to keep the masts in sight for a considerable time, and they were then able to steer by a star, which shone forth just above the ship. they did not fail, however, very frequently, to turn their heads over their shoulders to ascertain whether they were pursued.
“if the bears track us, we must turn round and face them boldly,” said andrew. “ever meet satan, and all spiritual foes in the same way, lad, and they will flee from you,” added the old man, putting his hand on archy’s shoulder.
on and on they went, often stumbling over inequalities in the ice, which the increased darkness prevented them from perceiving. still they struggled forward, hope urging them on. although the ship could no longer be seen, they felt confident that she was before them, and that they must, if they persevered, reach her at last. the cold was intense, but, weary as they were, they dared not sit down lest their limbs might become benumbed, and might refuse to carry them forward. they knew, too, that the savage bears might be following in their track with stealthy steps, and might at any moment be close upon them. hours seemed to pass away. it was impossible to calculate time. their guiding star shone brightly from the sky; still as yet their straining eyes could not make out the looked for ship.
“we cannot now be far off from her,” observed andrew, “for we have steered too straight a course to pass by her. archy, you have the sharpest eyes among us, can’t you make her out, lad?”
“yes, yes, i see her,” he suddenly exclaimed; “but her deck seems to be housed in, and snow covers the roof, and i took it to be a low iceberg. now i can make out the masts and rigging rising above it—she cannot be more than a mile away.”
“cheer up, friends, we will soon reach her then,” cried andrew. “if we were to give a hearty shout, those on board would hear us.”
“i hope they may, and send us help,” exclaimed saunders, “for here come the bears, and they will be upon us in another minute.”
on hearing this andrew unslung his rifle, and turning round, observed a large white animal, scarcely to be distinguished from the snow, not forty paces off, stealing towards them. to fly towards the ship, close as they were to her, would have invited the bears to pursue at a faster speed. facing their foes, they halted, as they proposed—the bears stopped also, sitting down on their haunches to watch their proceedings.
“archy, run on, and shout as you go—the watch on deck may hear you, and assistance may be sent to us in case we fail to beat off the bears.”
archy ran on as he was directed. at length he got the ship clearly in sight, but still she seemed a long, long way off. he stopped, however, and shouted with all his might. no reply came, but he heard behind him a cry, and then a shot fired. he knew that it must be from andrew’s gun. once more he pushed forward, though his legs were ready to sink beneath him. just then the moon arose bright and full. he had stopped to give another shout, when, looking back to see if his friends were coming, he discovered, to his dismay, a bear stealing towards him. he remembered andrew’s caution, not to fly, and bravely facing the animal, he clapped his hands together, shouting even louder than before, in the hopes of frightening it away. at that instant a hail came from the ship—he hailed in return. the bear stopped, apparently astonished at the strange sounds which met its ears. directly afterwards another hail was heard, and turning his head for an instant, he caught sight of a party of men coming towards him from the ship. the bear seemed unwilling to encounter so many foes, and began slowly to retreat. in another minute archy was surrounded by a number of men, shouting to him in well-known tones.
“my friends out there want your help,” said archy, not stopping to explain who he was.
they all had arms in their hands—while some stopped to fire at the retreating bear, others run on in the direction indicated. some of the bullets took effect, and the bear was seen to drop on the snow. while most of them dashed forward towards the wounded bear, one of them remained by archy.
“where do you come from, lad—who are you?” he asked. archy, with a bounding heart, recognised the voice. it was that of captain irvine.
“i am archy hughson, sir, and andrew scollay, and david saunders, and foubister, the carpenter of a ship which took us on board, are out there—i hope the bears have not hurt them.”
“i trust not,” said the captain; “but come along, laddie, to the ship—tell me more as you go. you seem scarcely able to stand.”
archy was, indeed, gasping for breath, and well nigh dropping from fatigue and excitement. the kind captain supporting him, they made their way toward the ship; but archy, though he tried to speak, had lost all power of utterance. one of the other men came quickly to their assistance, and archy was lifted on board, and placed in the captain’s cabin, under the care of dr sinclair. in a short time the rest of the party arrived, bringing andrew and foubister unhurt, though well nigh exhausted; but poor saunders had been severely wounded by one of the bears, two of which had, however, been killed.
andrew, on being carried below, soon somewhat recovered. his first act was to kneel down, when, lifting up his hands, he returned thanks to that all powerful and merciful god who had preserved him and his companions.
“shipmates,” he said, as he observed the look of astonishment with which some of those who stood around regarded him. “had you gone through the dangers we have encountered, and been preserved from them to reach the ship again, you would feel that it was not your own arm, or your own strength had saved you, but he, who not only takes care of the bodies of us sinful and ungrateful creatures, but is willing and ready to save our immortal souls alive.”
archy remained for some days in a state of unconsciousness, but under the care of dr sinclair he gradually recovered. the captain treated him with the greatest kindness.
“i have heard all about you, archy,” he said, “and i don’t speak to you now to blame you for your conduct in leaving home. i’ll leave it to your own conscience to do so. god, in his mercy, has led you through severe trials and hardships, and has mercifully preserved your life, that you may, i trust, henceforth devote it to his service, and not, as heretofore, to that of satan. ever remember, archy, that we ‘cannot serve two masters’—we must be either christ’s loving subjects, and obey his laws, or we must be satan’s slaves, and do his will—he is a hard, and oftentimes a very cunning task-master. most of his slaves, while following their own devices and inclinations, and, as they may fancy, doing no great harm, are in reality carrying out his objects. he blinds their eyes, and they are thus easily led captive by his emissaries, just as you were led away, as i have since discovered, by that unhappy man, max inkster. god’s ways are inscrutable. he has been allowed to perish, i fear, in his sins, while your life has been preserved. then, again i say, my boy, ‘pray without ceasing,’ that god’s holy spirit may strengthen and support you to walk in his ways, and to obey his holy laws.”
archy assured the captain that such was his wish, and that, feeling his own weakness, he would ever seek for strength from above.
“you will need it now, and throughout life,” said captain irvine, solemnly. “to god alone can we look for sure help, in time of need, in all our temporal difficulties, much more then in our spiritual trials. i would that all on board the ship knew this—it would sustain them in the many dangers and the hardships they must be called on to endure. we have now been well nigh a month shut up in the ice, and must expect to remain nearly eight months longer. we had provisions only at the usual rate of consumption for three months, and therefore from the day the ship was frozen up, i was compelled to place the crew on short allowance. our fuel, too, will be exhausted long before the ice breaks up. when that time comes, should the weather prove tempestuous, the ship will be exposed to fearful danger from the huge masses of ice tossed about by the waves, or from being driven against the icebergs which may appear in her course. with the crew weakened as ours will of necessity be by that time, how little able shall we be of ourselves to contend against the perils which will surround us. i tell you this, archy, that you may be induced more completely to trust to the protection of that god who can alone enable us to escape them.”
archy at length recovered his strength. some time had passed before he discovered that the captain, and andrew, and one or two other persons, had given up to him a portion of their own scanty allowance of food. when he found this out, he begged that he might not have a larger share than the rest.
“you, a growing lad, want it more than we do,” said andrew. “and i, for one, feel that if it had not been for you we should have been left to die on the ice far away from this. the crew also said that you enabled them to kill one of the two bears they got the night of our return.”
the want of sufficient food at length began to tell on the frames of the hardy seamen. parties constantly went out hunting in the hopes of killing seals or bears, but notwithstanding all their skill in capturing the mighty whale, they were unable to catch the wary seals at their blow-holes in the ice, although they succeeded, after a long chase, in obtaining two more bears, who had been tempted by hunger to approach the ship. they were disappointed in receiving no visits from the esquimaux. andrew feared truly that the friendly native who had come to their rescue, had himself, on his return, fallen a victim to the savage animals who had followed them when making their way to the ship.
the occurrences on board the “kate” during that long winter cannot be detailed at length. that dreaded disease, the scurvy, produced by salt provisions and want of vegetable diet, broke out among the crew; more than half were laid up by it, and unable to quit their beds; the good captain himself was also taken ill—he had been long suffering from a disease caught when the ship was first entrapped by the ice, and when it was expected that she would be crushed to pieces, as the “laplander” had been. archy had now the satisfaction of repaying his kindness, by watching over him, as a dutiful son would tend a father. he scarcely ever left his side. much of the time was spent in reading the bible, the dying captain’s consolation and joy. again and again he urged on archy the advice he had before given. archy did not vow, as some might have done, that he would follow it, but as he knelt by the captain’s bedside, he earnestly prayed that he might have grace to do so. the captain, feeling that his hours were numbered, desired to bid farewell to his crew. it was a sad sight to see the once hardy strong men pass in and out of the cabin—to observe the tottering steps and the pale thin cheeks of most of them. the captain had a word of exhortation and advice for each, and many felt the solemn importance of his words.
the good captain was the first to die, and the doctor feared that ere long several others would sink under the disease from which they suffered. a deep gloom settled on most of the crew, but there was light and brightness in old andrew’s cabin, which he endeavoured to shed abroad. that light came from within. it arose from his firm faith in god’s loving mercy and protecting providence. “do not despair, mates,” he said, over and over again. “god has thought fit to take our good captain, who has changed this cold bleak scene for one of brightness and glory in that better land aloft there, where there is room for each one of us too, if we will consent to become the subjects of the being who rules there; but he may not think fit as yet to call us there, though we are his subjects here below. if he does not want us, he will find the means of carrying our ship in safety home.”
month after month passed by; though suffering from hunger, and intense cold from want of fuel, the crew held out. the ice began to move much earlier in the year than had been expected. a strong gale sprung up from the northward—huge masses of ice rose and fell around the ship—now as they crashed away, an open channel appeared ahead. sail was set, though not without difficulty, as few were able to go aloft. the water, too, as the ship began to move, rushed in through many a leak, and the pumps were set to work. now it seemed as if she was again about to be imprisoned—then once more the ice broke away, and she continued her course. but of her whole crew, scarcely six were fitted for work. many were sick in bed, unable to move; others could just crawl to the pumps, and work them with their feeble arms. the brave doctor, who had retained his strength, exerted himself to the utmost—now standing at the helm, now assisting in making sail, now taking a turn at the pumps, in addition to his duties among the sick. archy, who had also retained his strength, felt no little satisfaction on finding that he was of as much use as his older shipmates.
at length the ship was free; but alas, many of the poor fellows who had hitherto held out, sank quickly under the fatal disease from which they had long been suffering. one by one they sank, till ten had died besides the captain.
the voyage home was almost as trying as their detention in the ice. scarcely a drop of water remained, their stock of provisions was well nigh exhausted, every particle of fuel had been consumed, while their numbers were daily diminishing, their strength decreasing, and the water gaining on the pumps. still they struggled, like brave men, to the last.
“surely we cannot be far off the land?” said andrew, one morning to archy.
“i’ll go aloft and have a look out,” answered archy; and he made his way to the mast-head.
his heart bounded as he caught sight, in the far distance, of blue hills rising out of the tossing waters. the welcome cry he uttered brought on deck all who had strength sufficient to crawl out of their berths. the ship was steered in the direction towards which archy pointed, the breeze was favourable, and in a short time the well-known headlands and points of unst, the most northern isle of shetland, appeared in sight. before evening the anchor was dropped in one of the deep voes which run up far inland all round the coast. the inhabitants of the village, on its shores, gazed with astonishment at the battered vessel, and the way in which the sails, which the crew had not strength to furl, fluttered from the yards. in a short time a number of boats, with friendly visitors, were on board, and the news was sent to lerwick that the long missing “kate” had returned. archy sent a few lines to his mother; he signed his note, “from your repentant son,” but he trembled lest she to whom it was addressed might no longer be alive to receive it. a portion of the crew, able to bear the journey were the next day sent on overland; the brave surgeon, however, refused to quit the sick and dying.
“i will stay and help you, sir,” said old andrew. “god has preserved my strength, and it is my duty to employ it in tending to my suffering fellow creatures; and though there are many at home ready to welcome me, the welcome will come more warmly to my heart when i feel that i have not left undone what i ought to have done.”
“and may i likewise stay?” said archy. “what andrew thinks is right is my duty also.”
not till the sick had recovered sufficiently to be taken on shore did andrew and archy set out on their journey to the south. as they were starting a letter was put into archy’s hands. he eagerly read it. it was from his mother. although his transgression had caused her unspeakable sorrow, she had never ceased to pray that god would protect him amid the dangers he would encounter, and that his heart might be changed and a new spirit put within him.
“you are welcome back, my boy. god alone can forgive sin, and if you have sought forgiveness in his appointed way, sure i am that it has not been refused.” this letter cheered archy on his homeward journey, and when at length he found himself in his mother’s arms, and maggie hanging round his neck, he wondered how he could have been so hard-hearted as to quit them; and he promised that he would henceforth remain at home to assist and support them. he felt, indeed, that he could never make amends for the suffering and anxiety he had caused his mother, to which he acknowledged that the hardships he had endured were in comparison nothing.
archy had learned many important lessons, and above all, the great truth, that he who rules the world is a god of justice, and also of unbounded love and mercy; and although, in his justice, he allows the obstinate and perverse to perish in their sins, he will hear the prayers and abundantly bless all who humbly come to him seeking for forgiveness and protection.
