Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1856-11-12

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certain thar Sc M noe lost himself BE has
publshed II oasliss ~ his excursion, and We
lsaLsss faiaosiag in,srsatinE skesehes;
The Asrt & ! scene wish ,he moon and the sam
both shining. The second il ) description Of
one Of The many exigencies ol that most peri
Ious adventure.
-The moon isnearly full and the dawning
sunlight, miHgling with hers, invests everything
With an atmosphere Of Ashy grey. II clothes the
xnarled hills that make the horizon Of our bay,
shadows out the terraces in dall definition, grow
darker and colder as they sink 10 the fords, and
broods sad and drcary upon the ridges and mea-
sureless plains Of ice that make mp the rest Of
our field Of view. Rising up above al this. and
shading down infoit in strange combinations,
crag and spire; brscing the outline Of the back
ground with CONTESTED lligAtness, and printing
iis an,assic profies on the snow fields. 1t Is q
landscape such a. Milton or Dante might imag.
5ine--inorganic, desolate and mysterious!
have coluc down from the deck with the feelings
Of man who has looked upon world nnfin-
ished by the hands Of its Creator. "
Here Isl thrilling narrative in 4 different vein:
making our harbor in crack which opened
with the changing of the tide:
1.-THE imperfect diet of the party was showing
itself more and more in the decline of their
muscular power. They seemed scarcely aware
Of it themselves, and referred the difficulty they
found in dragging and pushing TO something
uncommon about the ice or sludge. rather than
to their own weakness. But as we endeavored
to renew our labors through the morning fog,
belted on all sides by ice fields, so distorted and
rugged, as to defy our efforts TO cross them, the
truth seemed to burst upon every one. We had
lost this feeling Of hunger, and were almost sat
is6ed with our pasty broth and large drughts
of tea which accompanied it. l was anxious
to send our small boat, the Erie, across to the
lumme hill at Appah, where knew from the
Esquimaux we should find plenty of birds; but
the strength of the party was insufficient to drag
her.
tsWe were soreiy disheartened, and could on
" wait for the fog to rise, in the hope Of smoo
Their platform than that which was about us, or.
some lead that might save us the labor of track
ing. had climbed the iceberg; and there was
nothing in view except the Dairymple rock, with
its red brassy face towering in the unknown dis
lance. Bat hardly got back to my boat be-
foe, taking upon a tongue Of ice about mile
north of Us, began to swing upon it like pivot,
and close slowly in upon our narrow resting
place.
ssAt first our own foe was also driven before
the wind but in a little while it encountered
the stationary ice at the foot Of the very rock
itself. On the instant the widest Imaginable
ruin rose around US. The men sprans tnechani-
cslly each one to his station, bearing back the
boats and stores; but l gave up for the moment
all hope of our escape. It was not nip, such
as is familiar to Arctic navigators, but the
whole platform where we stood and for hundreds
of yards on every side of us, crumbled and
crushed and piled and tossed itself madly I'm
der the pressure. do not believe that of our
little body Of men, all of them disciplined in
trials, able to measure danger while combating
it, do not believe there is one who can this
day explain how or why--hardly when, in fact
we found ourselves afoat.
eve only know that in the midst of clamor
utterly indiscrible, through which the Drawing of
| thousand trumpets could no more have been
heard than the voice of man, we were shaken
and salsed and whirled and let down again in
swelling waste of broken hammocks, and, as the
men grasped their boat hooks in the stiffness
that followed, the boats ebbed away in tumul-
tuous skeerd of ice and snow and water.
1--WE were borne along in this manner as long
as the unbroken remnant of the in.shore foe
continued revolving, utterly powerless, and CATCH
ing glimpse every now and then of the brazen
headand that looked down on us through the
snowy sky. At last the foe brought up against
the rock, the looser fragments that hung around
it began TO separate, and we were able by oars
and boat-hooks to float our battered little hottia
clear of them. To our joyful surprise we soon
found ourselves in strgtch of the land.water
wide enough to give us rowing room, and with
the assured promise of land close ahead.
Gas we neared it, we saw the same forbidden
wall of belt-ce at Sutherland and Hawluyt-
We pulled along its margin, seeking in vain Ell
Their an opening, or all access or nook Of some
shelter. The gale rose and the ice began to
drive again; but there was nothing to be done
but get grapnel out to the belt and hold on for
the rising tide. The Hope stove its bottom, and
lost part of her weather-boarding, and the boats
were badly chafed. 1t was an awful storm and
it was not without constant exertion that we
kept afoat bailing out the scud that broke
over us, and warding off the ice with boat
hooks. g
cat three o'clock the tide was high enough for
US to scale the icecliff. One by one we pulled
up the boats upon Il narrow shelf, the whole six.
teen Of US uniting at each pull. We were too
worn down to unload, but deep and narrow
gore opened in the cliffs, almost at the spot
boats into it on an even keel, the rocks seemed
to close above our heads until an abrupt turn in
the course of the ravine placed protection be-
tween us aud the gale. We were completely
encaved."