"Why? Is not this the case?"
"In any case it is a wonderful running aground," replied the boatswain. "Instead of a good solid bottom, we have run aground in the air."
"Then I am right, Hurliguerly, in saying it is an unfortunate adventure."
"Unfortunate, truly, but in my opinion we should take warning by it."
"What warning?"
"That it is not permitted to us to venture so far in these latitudes, and I believe that the Creator forbids His creatures to climb to the summit of the poles."
"Notwithstanding that the summit of one pole is only sixty miles away from us now."
"Granted, Mr. Jeorling, but these sixty miles are equal to thousands when we have no means of making them! And if the launch of the schooner is not successful, here are we condemned to winter quarters which the polar bears themselves would hardly relish!"
I replied only by a shake of my head, which Hurliguerly could not fail to understand.
"Do you know, Mr. Jeorling, of what I think oftenest?"
"What do you think of, boatswain?"
"Of the Kerguelens, whither we are certainly not travelling. Truly, in a bad season it was cold enough there! There is not much difference between this archipelago and the islands situated on the edge of the Antarctic Sea! But there one is not far from the Cape, and if we want to warm our shins, no iceberg bars the way. Whereas here it is the devil to weigh anchor, and one never knows if one shall find a clear course."
"I repeat it, boatswain. If this last accident had not
