VERNANIA: The Celebrated Works of Jules Verne in One Edition. Жюль Верн

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СКАЧАТЬ sight by the Forward as she opened a passage amongst the ice to get to Beechey Island through Barrow Strait. Hatteras resolved to go straight on, and, so as not to be drifted further than the island, scarcely quitted his post during the following days; he often went to the masthead to look out for the most advantageous channels. All that pluck, skill, and genius could do he did while they were crossing the strait. Fortune did not favour him, for the sea is generally more open at this epoch. But at last, by dint of sparing neither his steam, his crew, nor himself, he attained his end.

      On the 3rd of July, at 11 o’clock in the morning, the ice-master signalled land to the north. After taking an observation Hatteras recognised Beechey Island, that general meeting-place of Arctic navigators. Almost all ships that adventure in these seas stop there. Franklin wintered there for the first time before getting into Wellington Strait, and Creswell, with Lieutenant McClure, after having cleared 170 miles on the ice, rejoined the Phoenix and returned to England. The last ship which anchored at Beechey Island before the Forward was the Fox; McClintock revictualled there the 11th of August, 1858, and repaired the habitations and magazines; only two years had elapsed since then, and Hatteras knew all these details. The boatswain’s heart beat with emotion at the sight of this island; when he had visited it he was quartermaster on board the Phoenix; Hatteras questioned him about the coast line, the facilities for anchoring, how far they could go inland, &c.; the weather was magnificent, and the temperature kept at 57 degrees.

      “Well, Johnson,” said the captain, “do you know where you are?”

      “Yes, sir, that is Beechey Island; only you must let us get further north—the coast is more easy of access.”

      “But where are the habitations and the magazines?” said Hatteras.

      “Oh, you can’t see them till you land; they are sheltered behind those little hills you see yonder.”

      “And is that where you transported a considerable quantity of provisions?”

      “Yes, sir; the Admiralty sent us here in 1853, under the command of Captain Inglefield, with the steamer Phoenix and a transport ship, the Breadalbane, loaded with provisions; we brought enough with us to revictual a whole expedition.”

      “But the commander of the Fox took a lot of them in 1858,” said Hatteras.

      “That doesn’t matter, sir; there’ll be plenty left for you; the cold preserves them wonderfully, and we shall find them as fresh and in as good a state of preservation as the first day.”

      “What I want is coal,” said Hatteras; “I have enough provisions for several years.”

      “We left more than a thousand tons there, so you can make your mind easy.”

      “Are we getting near?” said Hatteras, who, telescope in hand, was watching the coast.

      “You see that point?” continued Johnson. “When we have doubled it we shall be very near where we drop anchor. It was from that place that we started for England with Lieutenant Creswell and the twelve invalids from the Investigator. We were fortunate enough to bring back McClure’s lieutenant, but the officer Bellot, who accompanied us on board the Phoenix, never saw his country again! It is a painful thing to think about. But, captain, I think we ought to drop anchor here.”

      “Very well,” answered Hatteras, and he gave his orders in consequence. The Forward was in a little bay naturally sheltered on the north, east, and south, and at about a cable’s length from the coast.

      “Mr. Wall,” said Hatteras, “have the long boat got ready to transport the coal on board. I shall land in the pirogue with the doctor and the boatswain. Will you accompany us, Mr. Shandon?”

      “As you please,” answered Shandon.

      A few minutes later the doctor, armed as a sportsman and a savant, took his place in the pirogue along with his companions; in ten minutes they landed on a low and rocky coast.

      “Lead the way, Johnson,” said Hatteras. “You know it, I suppose?”

      “Perfectly, sir; only there’s a monument here that I did not expect to find!”

      “That!” cried the doctor; “I know what it is; let us go up to it; the stone itself will tell us.”

      The four men advanced, and the doctor said, after taking off his hat—

      “This, my friends, is a monument in memory of Franklin and his companions.”

      Lady Franklin had, in 1855, confided a black marble tablet to Doctor Kane, and in 1858 she gave a second to McClintock to be raised on Beechey Island. McClintock accomplished this duty religiously, and placed the stone near a funeral monument erected to the memory of Bellot by Sir John Barrow.

      The tablet bore the following inscription:

      “TO THE MEMORY OF FRANKLIN, CROZIER, FITZ-JAMES, AND ALL THEIR VALIANT BRETHREN OFFICERS AND FAITHFUL COMPANIONS who suffered for the cause of science and for their country’s glory.

      “This stone is erected near the place where they passed their first Arctic winter, and from whence they departed to conquer obstacles or to die.

      “It perpetuates the regret of their countrymen and friends who admire them, and the anguish, conquered by Faith, of her who lost in the chief of the expedition the most devoted and most affectionate of husbands.

      “It is thus that He led them to the supreme haven where all men take their rest.

      “1855.”

      This stone, on a forlorn coast of these far-off regions, appealed mournfully to the heart; the doctor, in presence of these touching regrets, felt his eyes fill with tears. At the very same place which Franklin and his companions passed full of energy and hope, there only remained a block of marble in remembrance! And notwithstanding this sombre warning of destiny, the Forward was going to follow in the track of the Erebus and the Terror. Hatteras was the first to rouse himself from the perilous contemplation, and quickly climbed a rather steep hill, almost entirely bare of snow.

      “Captain,” said Johnson, following him, “we shall see the magazines from here.”

      Shandon and the doctor joined them on the summit. But from there the eye contemplated the vast plains, on which there remained no vestige of a habitation.

      “That is singular!” cried the boatswain.

      “Well, and where are the magazines?” said Hatteras quickly.

      “I don’t know—I don’t see–-” stammered Johnson.

      “You have mistaken the way,” said the doctor.

      “It seemed to me that this was the very place,” continued Johnson.

      “Well,” said Hatteras, impatiently “where are we to go now?”

      “We had better go down, for I may be mistaken. I may have forgotten the exact locality in seven years!”

      “Especially when the country is so uniformly monotonous!” added the doctor.

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