Among the Esquimaux; or Adventures under the Arctic Circle
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Ellis Edward Sylvester. Among the Esquimaux; or Adventures under the Arctic Circle
CHAPTER I. TWO PASSENGERS ON THE "NAUTILUS"
CHAPTER II. A COLOSSAL SOMERSAULT
CHAPTER III. AN ALARMING SITUATION
CHAPTER IV. ADRIFT
CHAPTER V. AN ICY COUCH
CHAPTER VI. MISSING
CHAPTER VII. A POINT OF LIGHT
CHAPTER VIII. HOPE DEFERRED
CHAPTER IX. A STARTLING OCCURRENCE
CHAPTER X. AN UGLY CUSTOMER
CHAPTER XI. LIVELY TIMES
CHAPTER XII. FRED'S EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER XIII. THE FOG
CHAPTER XIV. A COLLISION
CHAPTER XV. THE SOUND OF A VOICE
CHAPTER XVI. LAND HO!
CHAPTER XVII. DOCAK AND HIS HOME
CHAPTER XVIII. A NEW EXPEDITION
CHAPTER XIX. A WONDERFUL EXHIBITION
CHAPTER XX. THE HERD OF MUSK OXEN
CHAPTER XXI. CLOSE QUARTERS
CHAPTER XXII. FRED'S TURN
CHAPTER XXIII. IN THE CAVERN
CHAPTER XXIV. UNWELCOME CALLERS
CHAPTER XXV. THE COMING SHADOW
CHAPTER XXVI. WALLED IN
CHAPTER XXVII "COME ON!"
CHAPTER XXVIII. A HOPELESS TASK
CHAPTER XXIX. TEN MILES
CHAPTER XXX. THE LAST PAUSE
CHAPTER XXXI. ANOTHER SOUND
CHAPTER XXXII. THE WILD MEN OF GREENLAND
CHAPTER XXXIII. CONCLUSION
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The voyage of the "Nautilus" was uneventful until she was far to the northward in Baffin Bay. It was long after leaving St. John that our friends saw their first iceberg. They should have seen them before, as Captain McAlpine explained, for, as you well know, those mountains of ice often cross the path of the Atlantic steamers, and more than once have endangered our great ocean greyhounds. No doubt numbers of them were drifting southward, gradually dissolving as they neared the equator, but it so happened that the "Nautilus" steered clear of them until many degrees to the north.
The captain, who was scanning the icy ocean with his glass, apprised the boys that the longed-for curiosity was in sight at last. As he spoke, he pointed with his hand to the north-west, but though they followed the direction with their eyes, they were disappointed.
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While the little group stood forward talking of icebergs, they were gradually drawing near the couple that had first caught their attention. By this time a third had risen to sight, more to the westward, but it was much smaller than the other two, though more unique and beautiful. It looked for all the world like a grand cathedral, whose tapering spire towered fully two hundred feet in air. It was easy to imagine that some gigantic structure had been submerged by a flood, while the steeple still reared its head above the surrounding waters as though defying them to do their worst.
The other two bergs were much more enormous and of irregular contour. The imaginative spectator could fancy all kinds of resemblances, but the "cold fact" remained that they were simply mountains of ice, with no more symmetry of outline than a mass of rock blasted from a quarry.
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