The greatest adventure
modern implements of surgery in the large, had betrayed the Captain's
hoard to the rapacious zoölogist. The three weeks orgy of judicious
blasting which followed gave Ole his unique collection of interior
views.
In this filthy business Lane and the mate toiled alone. The others
refused point blank to be present at the opening ceremonies. A day's
practice with its attendant disasters, which may be imagined but not
described, made the adaptable Ole expert in the planting of the charge.
By the evening of the second day he was splitting open swollen monsters
with the expert neatness of a specialist on prehistoric appendicitis.
A second charge skilfully inserted when the Doctor so desired brought
forth the creature's stomach for detailed examination.
Lane was anxious to learn all that he could of the dead monsters'
life habits. Anatomy alone, as revealed by Ole's beautiful interior
photographs, was not enough. He must find out on what the creatures
had lived. As a rich by-product of this work he obtained, from the
undigested contents of the stomachs of the carnivorous reptiles and
mammals in the shambles, many of his most curious specimens. Seclusion
from the air in the stomachs of the huge lizards and enormous
salamanders had preserved many of these beautiful objects practically
fresh.
One remarkable incident of all that surgical saturnalia deserves to be
recorded here. At the time it gained only a passing notice from Ole
and the Doctor, absorbed as they were in the larger beauties of their
obscene orgy. But had Lane given it the attention which it merited, and
which he as a scientifically-trained man should have accorded it, the
party might later have avoided a disastrous mistake. Through ignorance
of its inevitable consequences they were all but destroyed.
Late one afternoon Ole had placed an unusually heavy charge against
the belly of an enormous brute whose carcass, from its well-preserved
condition, promised a rich mine of vegetable treasures. An inspection
of the teeth showed Lane that the dead monster had been an eater of
herbs, leaves and grass. The charge exploding prematurely only half did
its work. The downward force of the dynamite tore a deep pit in the
loose, oil-soaked shale of the beach and shattered the underlying bed
of perpetual ice. The broken surface of the deepest ice lay clean of
oil. Immediately after the explosion some undigested green fronds of a
mossy plant dropped from the creature's torn stomach upon the clean,
freshly broken ice.
The half accidental explosion having ruined the specimen for further
investigation, Lane and his assistant shed no tears over the mess but
hurried on to the next. They had but three-quarters of an hour's
daylight left, and their time was too precious for regrets.
Having finished their next operation successfully they prepared to
return to the ship while the light still served.
Their shortest way back led past the botched job. Glancing down at the
ice pit, Lane called Ole's attention to the rich bright green mass of
hair-like vegetation which, presumably, had fallen from the rip in the
creature's stomach. Already overburdened with their implements and
specimens, they abandoned their intention of immediately collecting
some of the curious plant. Reluctantly deciding to leave it till
tomorrow they hurried on through the dusk to the boat.
During the night the temperature rose several degrees. This otherwise
fortunate incident robbed them of their expected prize. For when they
visited the hole in the ice they found that the oily slush oozing down
through the shale had made of the vegetation a dirty brown soup.
Nothing was to be gained by crying over rotten vegetables. They
proceeded at once to their surgery elsewhere, confident that the next
herb eater would furnish them with a ton of the green stuff.
In this they were deceived. It was not until some weeks later, however,
that Lane discovered their serious error. They found an abundance
of green vegetation in the stomachs of such monsters as were plant
feeders, including tons of a particular variety whose green fronds and
masses of long tendrils resembled closely those which they had missed.
Mere resemblance is far from identity, as the Doctor realized when it
was too late. When knowledge finally came the party was fighting for
its life with a foe which gave no quarter. But for this unpardonable
negligence on Lane's part the explorers need not have brought upon
themselves a hideous warfare for which they, as twentieth century human
beings, were totally unprepared. The dropped fragments of Ole's and
Lane's green loot littered the clean shore, the fresh young ice from
the beach to the ship, and the decks. Had Lane used his scientific eyes
he would have noticed immediately the sinister difference between the
habits of the plants he had collected and that which, through force of
circumstances, he had abandoned.
This oversight and its subsequent consequences gave Lane the scientific
chastisement of his life. Since that ghastly fight on the ice he has
not scorned the humblest detail in his battles with the unknown.
The _Edith_ reached the mouth of the inlet not an hour too soon.
Snow began to fall as the gap of the inlet swung into view. Within
ten minutes the opening disappeared behind a thick grey confusion of
whirling feathers. The ship crushed her way through thickening ice
pack, cautiously feeling for the door in the iron wall ahead. To take
the pack at a rush was impossible. Every yard of the way must be felt
out or a smash against the barrier would send the ship like a brick to
the bottom. Along this barren coast the ice cliffs plunged sheer down
to deep water.
The slow going all but blocked the propeller with floating ice. At each
succeeding jar the Captain's face became whiter. He had no physical
fear; his anguish was purely mental. It was the prospect of losing his
hypothetical oil that froze his nerves.
Suddenly the nerve-racking grinding lessened. In fifteen minutes it had
ceased completely.
"We're in," Anderson announced with undisguised relief. He would die
rich after all. "No ice, as I expected."
A sounding gave no bottom. The volcanic crack in the earth's crust,
if such indeed was its nature, was deeper than the Captain had
anticipated. Although before them loomed the impenetrable gray wall of
tumbling snow it seemed safe to proceed at half speed.
"For twenty miles at least this thing is as straight as a street," the
Captain explained, "and we want to get on."
Occasional blasts from the whistle reverberating from the high cliffs
nearest them gave a check on the course and kept the ship off the
rocks. By daylight they had made only thirty miles, having slackened
speed for greater safety during the darkest hours of the morning. The
snow had thinned and now showed signs of clearing. Shortly after nine
o'clock only a dazzling glitter of finely divided crystals scintillated
in the sunlight. For the first time the party saw its surroundings.
Ahead, and due south, stretched the inlet, at this point about a
quarter of a mile wide, to disappear finally as a jagged black line on
the white waste.
Not a particle of ice floated on the water. Anderson ordered one of
the men to draw up a bucketful and take the temperature. The reading
gave forty degrees Fahrenheit--eight degrees above freezing, while all
about them the bleak wilderness beneath its shroud of dry snow crystals
lay locked in perpetual ice.
"What do you make of it, Doctor?" the Captain asked.
"Nothing, yet. I just accept it as a fact. What current is there?"
"About two miles an hour against us. Shall we go ahead, or land here
and have a look at things?"
"Go ahead, full steam. For all we know this may freeze over with the
first blizzard. Besides I am anxious to see what is at the end of this
long street."
"So am I. Full steam ahead it is."
Their progress was finally blocked in a most peculiar manner. Sixty
odd miles of the roughly straight watercourse lay behind them when
they began to notice a decided rise in temperature. Simultaneously a
heavy fog met them, rolling up from the south toward which they were
headed. The dazzling sunshine and the stark blue sky became memories.
Anderson now proceeded as slowly as it was possible to do and still
make headway against the current. The street showing unmistakable signs
of degenerating into a crooked alleyway, he kept the whistle tooting
almost continuously. The engineer kept the screw just turning, ready to
reverse at the first blackening of the mist ahead. But it was water,
not rock that stopped them.
A sudden gush sweeping down the channel in a three-foot wave sent the
_Edith_ spinning. Full steam ahead kept her barely abreast of her
former position. A second torrent brought with it clouds of steam.
Instantly the ship was racing to keep her place in a scalding deluge.
The waves breaking over the stern drenched and blistered the deckhands
with boiling water.
There was but one thing to do. Taking a desperate chance in the
blinding steam, Anderson slewed the ship about in the narrow channel
and went down with the torrent, trusting to sound signals to keep him
off the cliffs. By midnight the immediate danger was past. Once more
the _Edith_ lay where she had started ahead at full steam.
"No lobsters boiled yet," said the Captain with a sigh. "Even Ole is
still raw." The stars glittered in the hard black sky like crystals of
icy fire. "I shall drop anchor for the night here. The lookout can see
far enough ahead to give warning if anything breaks loose."
"We should be safe enough here," the Doctor agreed. "The last of the
steam fog is all of forty miles away."
And so it proved. However, the night was not to pass without a flurry.
At three in the morning the lookout called Captain Anderson to view a
spectacle which had been troubling him at intervals for the past two
hours. Having seen it, Anderson at once routed out Ole and all the
passengers. They found the watchman staring straight ahead at a heavy
pall of low black clouds suspended above the southern horizon.
"Keep your eyes on those clouds," Anderson directed.
He had barely spoken when the under side of the pall burst into vivid
crimson. For perhaps three minutes the cloud pall pulsated from
crimson to cherry red like the intermittent reflection from a forge
fanned by an old-fashioned bellows. Then suddenly the light went black.
"How long before it lights up again?" Anderson asked the watchman.
"Thirteen and a half minutes, sir. Regular as a clock."
The interval passed and again the clouds burst into fire. And so it
went till dawn when the rising winds of the upper atmosphere, tattering
the pall, flung it far to the frozen south. During all that time the
party had watched in fascination, not heeding the stiffening of their
joints in the cold. The unearthly beauty of that distant inferno, and
the mysterious regularity with which its manifestations recurred, made
conversation trivial. Little was said until daylight, when the upper
winds and the rising sun obliterated the awful grandeur of the night.
"Is that your volcano?" the Doctor asked.
"Ole's burning oil well, you mean. No I'm sure it isn't. Those clouds
were not more than fifty miles away at the most. My estimate of the
other thing, you remember, was between two hundred and fifty and three
hundred miles inland. That would make it over two hundred miles from
here."
"Then what do you make of it?" Edith asked.
The Captain grinned. "Like the Doctor, I'll wait and see what's ahead
before I jump."
"I have a theory," Ole began.
"Bottle it. When it's ripe enough to blow the cork let it fizz."
Ole rolled off rumbling to vent his emotions on purely masculine ears.