WHERE ARE WE?

It was necessary carefully to study the unexpected and novel situation in

which the agents of the Company now found themselves, and Hobson did so with his

chart before him.

He could not ascertain the longitude of Victoria Island-the original name

being retained-until the next day, and the latitude had already been taken. For

the longitude, the altitude of the sun must be ascertained before and after

noon, and two hour angles must be measured.

At two o'clock P.M. Hobson and Black took the height of the sun above the

horizon with the sextant, and they hoped to recommence the same operation the

next morning towards ten o'clock A.M., so as to be able to infer from the two

altitudes obtained the exact point of the Arctic Ocean then occupied by their

island.

The party did not, however, at once return to the fort, but remained talking

together for some little time on the promontory. Madge declared she was quite

resigned, and evidently thought only of her mistress, at whom she could not look

without emotion; she could not bear to think of the sufferings and trials her

"dear girl" might have to go through in the future. She was ready to lay down

her life for "Paulina," but what good could that do now. She knew, however, that

Mrs Barnett was not a woman to sink under her misfortunes, and indeed at present

there was really no need for any one to despair.

There was no immediate danger to be dreaded, and a catastrophe might even yet

be avoided. This Hobson carefully explained to his companions.

Two dangers threatened the island floating along the coast of North America,

only two.

It would be drawn by the currents of the open sea to the high Polar

latitudes, from which there is no return.

Or the current would take it to the south, perhaps through the Behring Strait

into the Pacific Ocean.

In the former contingency, the colonists, shut in by ice and surrounded by

impassable icebergs, would have no means of communication with their

fellow-creatures, and would die of cold and hunger in the solitudes of the

north.

In the latter contingency, Victoria Island, driven by the currents to the

western waters of the Pacific, would gradually melt and go to pieces beneath the

feet of its inhabitants.

In either case death would await the Lieutenant and his companions, and the

fort, erected at the cost of so much labour and suffering, would be

destroyed.

But it was scarcely probable that either of these events would happen. The

season was already considerably advanced, and in less than three months the sea

would again be rendered motion less by the icy hand of the Polar winter. The

ocean would again be converted into an ice-field, and by means of sledges they

might get to the nearest land-the coast of Russian America if the island

remained in the east, or the coast of Asia if it were driven to the west.

"For," added Hobson, "we have absolutely no control over our floating island.

Having no sail to hoist, as in a boat, we cannot guide it in the least. Where it

takes us we must go."

All that Hobson said was clear, concise, and to the point. There could be no

doubt that the bitter cold of winter would solder Victoria Island to the vast

ice-field, and it was highly probable that it would drift neither too far north

nor too far eouth. To have to cross a few hundred miles of ice was no such

terrible prospect for brave and resolute men accustomed to long excursions in

the Arctic regions. It would be necessary, it was true, to abandon Fort Hope-the

object of so many hopes, and to lose the benefit of all their exertions, but

what of that? The factory, built upon a shifting soil, could be of no further

use to the Company. Sooner or later it would be swallowed up by the ocean, and

what was the good of useless regrets? It must, therefore, be deserted as soon as

circumstances should permit.

The only thing against the safety of the colonists was-and the Lieutenant

dwelt long on this point-that during the eight or nine weeks which must elapse

before the solidification of the Arctic Ocean, Victoria Island might be dragged

too far north or south.

Arctic explorers had often told of pieces of ice being drifted an immense

distance without any possibility of stopping them.

Everything then depended on the force and direction of the currents from the

opening of Behring Strait; and it would be necessary carefully to ascertain all

that a chart of the Arctic Ocean could tell. Hobson had such a chart, and

invited all who were with him on the cape to come to his room and look at it;

but before going down to the fort he once more urged upon them the necessity of

keeping their situation a secret.

"It is not yet desperate," he said, "and it is therefore quite unnecessary to

damp the spirits of our comrades, who will perhaps not be able to understand, as

we do, all the chances in our favour."

"Would it not be prudent to build a boat large enough to hold us all, and

strong enough to carry us a few hundred miles over the sea?" observed Mrs

Barnett.

"It would be prudent certainly," said Hobson, "and we will do it. I must

think of some pretext for beginning the work at once, and give the necessary

orders to the head carpenter. But taking to a boat can only be a forlorn hope

when everything else has failed. We must try all we can to avoid being on the

island when the ice breaks up, and we must make for the mainland as soon as ever

the sea is frozen over."

Hobson was right. It would take about three months to build a thirty or

thirty-five ton vessel, and the sea would not be open when it was finished. It

would be very dangerous to embark the whole party when the ice was breaking up

all round, and he would be well out of his difficulties if he could get across

the ice to firm ground before the next thaw set in. This was why Hobson thought

a boat a forlorn hope, a desperate makeshift, and every one agreed with him.

Secrecy was once more promised, for it was felt that Hobson was the best

judge of the matter, and a few minutes later the five conspirators were seated

together in the large room of Fort Hope, which was then deserted, eagerly

examining an excellent map of the oceanic and atmospheric currents of the Arctic

Ocean, special attention being naturally given to that part of the Polar Sea

between Cape Bathurst and Behring Strait.

Two principal currents divide the dangerous latitudes comprehended between

the Polar Circle and the imperfectly known zone, called the North-West Passage

since McClure's daring discovery-at least only two have been hitherto noticed by

marine surveyors.

One is called the Kamtchatka Current. It takes its rise in the offing outside

the peninsula of that name, follows the coast of Asia, and passes through

Behring Strait, touching Cape East, a promontory of Siberia. After running due

north for about six hundred miles from the strait, it turns suddenly to the

east, pretty nearly following the same parallel as McClure's Passage, and

probably doing much to keep that communication open for a few mouths in the warm

season.

The other current, called Behring Current, flows just the other way. After

running from east to west at about a hundred miles at the most from the coast,

it comes into collision, so to speak, with the Kamtchatka Current at the opening

of the strait, and turning to the south approaches the shores of Russian

America, crosses Behring Sea, and finally breaks on the kind of circular dam

formed by the Aleutian Islands.

Hobson's map gave a very exact summary of the most recent nautical

observations, so that it could be relied on.

The Lieutenant examined it carefully before speaking, and then pressing his

hand to his head, as if oppressed by some sad presentiment, he observed-

"Let us hope that fate will not take us to remote northern latitudes. Our

wandering island would run a risk of never returning."

"Why, Lieutenant?" broke in Mrs Barnett.

"Why, madam?" replied Hobson; "look well at this part of the Arctic Ocean,

and you will readily understand why. Two currents, both dangerous for us, run

opposite ways. When they meet, the island must necessarily become stationary,

and that at a great distance from any land. At that point it will have to remain

for the winter, and when the next thaw sets in, it will either follow the

Kamtchatka Current to the deserted regions of the north-west, or it will float

down with the Behring Current to be swallowed up by the Pacific Ocean."

"That will not happen, Lieutenant," said Madge in a tone of earnest

conviction; "God would never permit that."

"I can't make out," said Mrs Barnett, "whereabouts in the Polar Sea we are at

this moment; for I see but one current from the offing of Cape Bathurst which

bears directly to the north-west, and that is the dangerous Kamtchatka Current.

Are you not afraid that it has us in its fatal embrace, and is carrying us with

it to the shores of North Georgia?"

"I think not," replied Hobson, after a moment's reflection.

"Why not?"

"Because it is a very rapid current, madam; and if we had been following it

for three months, we should have had some land in sight by this time, and there

is none, absolutely none!"

"Where, then, do you suppose we are?" inquired Mrs Barnett.

"Most likely between the Kamtchatka Current and the coast, perhaps in some

vast eddy unmarked upon the map."

"That cannot be, Lieutenant," replied Mrs Barnett, quickly.

"Why not, madam, why not?"

"Because if Victoria Island were in an eddy, it would have veered round to a

certain extent, and our position with regard to the cardinal points would have

changed in the last three months, which is certainly not the case."

"You are right, madam, you are quite right. The only explanation I can think

of is, that there is some other current, not marked on our map. Oh, that to

morrow were here that I might find out our longitude; really this uncertainty is

terrible!"

"To-morrow will come," observed Madge.

There was nothing to do but to wait. The party therefore separated, all

returning to their ordinary occupations. Sergeant Long informed his comrades

that the departure for Fort Reliance, fixed for the next day, was put off. He

gave as reasons that the season was too far advanced to get to the southern

factory before the great cold set in, that the astronomer was anxious to

complete his meteorological observations, and would therefore submit to another

winter in the north, that game was so plentiful provisions from Fort Reliance

were not needed. &c., &c. But about all these matters the brave fellows

cared little.

Lieutenant Hobson ordered his men to spare the furred animals in future, and

only to kill edible game, so as to lay up fresh stores for the coming winter; he

also forbade them to go more than two miles from the fort, not wishing Marbre

and Sabine to come suddenly upon a sea-horizon, where the isthmus connecting the

peninsula of Victoria with the mainland was visible a few months before. The

disappearance of the neck of land would inevitably have betrayed everything.

The day appeared endless to Lieutenant Hobson. Again and again he returned to

Cape Bathurst either alone, or accompanied by Mrs Barnett. The latter, inured to

danger, showed no fear; she even joked the Lieutenant about his floating island

being perhaps, after all, the proper conveyance for going to the North Pole.

"With a favourable current might they not reach that hitherto inaccessible point

of the globe?"

Lieutenant Hobson shook his head as he listened to his companion's fancy, and

kept his eyes fixed upon the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of some land, no

matter what, in the distance. But no, sea and sky met in an absolutely unbroken

circular line, confirming Hobson's opinion that Victoria Island was drifting to

the west rather than in any other direction.

"Lieutenant," at last said Mrs Barnett, "don't you mean to make a tour of our

island as soon as possible?"

"Yes, madam, of course; as soon as I have taken our bearings, I mean to

ascertain the form and extent of our dominions. It seems, however, that the

fracture was made at the isthmus itself, so that the whole peninsula has become

an island."

"A strange destiny is ours, Lieutenant," said Mrs Barnett. "Others return

from their travels to add new districts to geographical maps, but we shall have

to efface the supposed peninsula of Victoria!"

The next day, July 18th, the sky was very clear, and at ten o'clock in the

morning Hobson obtained a satisfactory altitude of the sun, and, comparing it

with that of the observation of the day before, he ascertained exactly the

longitude in which they were.

The island was then in 157? 37' longitude west from Greenwich.

The latitude obtained the day before at noon almost immediately after the

eclipse was, as we know, 73? 7' 20" north.

The spot was looked out on the map in the presence of Mrs Barnett and

Sergeant Long.

It was indeed a most anxious moment, and the following result was arrived

at.

The wandering island was moving in a westerly direction, borne along by a

current unmarked on the chart, and unknown to hydrographers, which was evidently

carrying it towards Behring Strait. All the dangers foreseen by Hobson were then

imminent, if Victoria Island did not again touch the mainland before the

winter.

"But how far are we from the American continent? that is the most important

point just at present," said Mrs Barnett.

Hobson took his compasses, and carefully measured the narrowest part of the

sea between the coast and the seventieth parallel.

"We are actually more than two hundred and fifty miles from Point Barrow, the

northernmost extremity of Russian America," he replied.

"We ought to know, then, how many miles the island has drifted since it left

the mainland," said Sergeant Long.

"Seven hundred miles at least," replied Hobson, after having again consulted

the chart.

"And at about what time do you suppose the drifting commenced?"

"Most likely towards the end of April; the ice-field broke up then, and the

icebergs which escaped melting drew back to the north. We may, therefore,

conclude that Victoria Island has been moving along with the current parallel

with the coast at an average rate of ten miles a day."

"No very rapid pace after all!" exclaimed Mrs Barnett.

"Too fast, madam, when you think where we may be taken during the two months

in which the sea will remain open in this part of the Arctic Ocean."

The three friends remained silent, and looked fixedly at the chart of the

fearful Polar regions, towards which they were being irresistibly drawn, and

which have hitherto successfully resisted all attempts to explore them.

"There is, then, nothing to be done? Nothing to try?" said Mrs Barnett after

a pause.

"Nothing, madam," replied Hobson; "nothing whatever. We must wait; we must

all pray for the speedy arrival of the Arctic winter generally so much dreaded

by sailors, but which alone can save us now. The winter will bring ice, our only

anchor of salvation, the only power which can arrest the course of this

wandering island."