Three hours afterwards, they arrived at the coast and shouted simultaneously "The sea, the sea!"
"And the doctor, leaning over the side of the vessel, could see the whales and the dolphins and all the rest of the monsters of the deep."
"Mast and sail were torn off and went flying away through the darkness like some large, white bird."
"Altamont speedily discovered a grotto composed of rocks."
"There he was, standing on a rock, gazing fixedly at the top of the mountain."
"Hatteras did not even turn once to look back, but marched straight on, carrying his country's flag attached to his staff."
"Two hours later, after unheard-of exertions, the survivors of the Forward were picked up by the Hans Christian."
It was a bold project of Hatteras to push his way to the North Pole, and gain for his country the honour and glory of its discovery. But he had done all that lay in human power now, and, after having struggled for nine months against currents and tempests, shattering icebergs and breaking through almost insurmountable barriers, amid the cold of an unprecedented winter, after having outdistanced all his predecessors and accomplished half his task, he suddenly saw all his hopes blasted. The treachery, or rather the despondency, of his worn-out crew, and the criminal folly of one or two leading spirits among them had left him and his little band of men in a terrible situation--helpless in an icy desert, two thousand five hundred miles away from their native land, and without even a ship to shelter them.
However, the courage of Hatteras was still undaunted. The three men which were left him were the
best on board his brig, and while they remained he might venture to hope.
After the cheerful, manly words of the captain, the Doctor felt the best thing to be done was to look their prospects fairly in the face, and know the exact state of things. Accordingly, leaving his companions, he stole away alone down to the scene of the explosion.
Of the Forward, the brig that had been so carefully built and had become so dear, not a vestige remained. Shapeless blackened fragments, twisted bars of iron,
cable ends still smouldering, and here and there in the distance spiral wreaths of smoke, met his eye on all sides. His cabin and all his precious treasures were gone, his books, and instruments, and collections reduced to ashes. As he stood thinking mournfully of his irreparable loss, he was joined by Johnson, who grasped his offered hand in speechless sorrow.