An Antarctic Mystery or, The Sphinx of the Ice Fields Voyages Extraordinaires, #44 by Jules Verne, 1828-1905 Published: 1896 J J J J J I I I I I Table of Contents Chapter I … The Kerguelen Islands. Chapter II … The Schooner Halbrane. Chapter III … Captain Len Guy. Chapter IV … From the Kerguelen Isles to Prince Edward Island. Chapter V … Edgar Poe‘s Romance. Chapter VI … An Ocean Waif. Chapter VII … Tristan d‘Acunha. Chapter VIII … Bound for the Falklands. Chapter IX … Fitting out the Halbrane. Chapter X … The Outset of the Enterprise. Chapter XI … From the Sandwich Islands to the Polar Circle. Chapter XII … Between the Polar Circle and the Ice Wall. Chapter XIII … Along the Front of the Icebergs. Chapter XIV … A Voice in a Dream. Chapter XV … Bennet Islet. Chapter XVI … Tsalal Island. Chapter XVII … And Pym? Chapter XVIII … A Revelation. Chapter XIX … Land? Chapter XX … „Unmerciful Disaster.“ Chapter XXI … Amid the Mists. Chapter XXII … In Camp. Chapter XXIII … Found at Last. Chapter XXIV … Eleven Years in a Few Pages. Chapter XXV … „We Were the First.“ Chapter XXVI … A Little Remnant. * * * * * Illustrations Frontispiece: The Kerguelen Islands I „Time is beginning to seem very long to you, Mr. Jeorling?“ I Suddenly, the bird rose with a great sweep into the air. II The dispute was carried on with warmth. II „It‘s as good as done.“ III A singular change took place in the demeanour of the captain. III The boatswain took a hearty leave of the innkeeper. IV James West was born on the sea. IV Captain Len Guy approached me anew. V Almost simultaneously Arthur Pym made his appearance. V Innumerable flocks of birds. VI James West was looking out through his glasses. VI His face was as livid… VII Tristan d’Acunha VII „Your captain is in a remarkable hurry!“ VIII „I congratulate myself upon having you for a passenger.“ IX The HALBRANE IX „Will you take me?“ X Hunt was worth three men alone. X There was nothing to attest the passage of any human being. X He stopped at the seventy-first parallel! XI „Their flesh is just as good as chicken.“ XI „There, look there! That‘s a fin-back!“ XII „There must be rough weather on that side.“ XII I caught a mass that cleaved the air. XIII At this date the HALBRANE could not be very far from the icebergs. XIII Captain Len Guy had to renounce the hope of finding a passage. XIV No one aft on the deck, except Hunt, who was at the helm. XV Hunt went on in front. XV Captain Len Guy had taken the plank in his hands. XVI Like a man who ought to recognize the place he is in, but does not. XVI And Pym? XVII Hunt was the half-breed Dirk Peters. XVII And I pointed to the southern horizon. XVII „Who gave you leave to speak?“ XVII Peters steered us skilfully. XVIII Then he went away, leaving me inexpressibly affected. XVIII „I conclude that they feel the approach of winter.“ XVIII Flocks of birds continuously flying north. XVIII „If he learned that I—“ XVIII „Land!“ XIX A sign from the mate silenced them. XIX Captain Len Guy immediately heaved the lead. XIX West gave orders to execute the manoeuvres. XIX She listed to starboard. XX Captain Len Guy cast a stern glance. XX We passed the day in removing casks. XX …staved in, broken up, with gaping planks and shattered ribs, had sunk… XX Dirk Peters grabbed the nearest. XX „What would you have, boatswain?“ XX I had taken my customary seat at the top of the iceberg. XX „I seemed to see Ned Holt. I was afraid, I got away from him.“ XXI …and down I went, sprawling. XXI Each man as usual answered to his name. XXII „On shore! On shore!“ XXIII We completed the storage of the whole of our belongings. XXIII „Come—come quickly!“ XXIII „He is living! He is living!“ XXIV Had happiness of restoring all four men to life. XXIV And they waited. XXV It was an electrical storm snow. XXV „The HALBRANE‘s boat!“ XXVI Their capricious splendour could not replace his unchanging light. XXVI „Ship!“ XXVI Le Sphinx des Glaces. Map (attached) J J J J J I I I I I Illustration: The Kerguelen Islands Chapter I The Kerguelen Islands. No doubt the following narrative will be received with entire incredulity, but I think it well that the public should be put in possession of the facts narrated in “An Antarctic Mystery.” The public is free to believe them or not, at its good pleasure. No more appropriate scene for the wonderful and terrible adventures which I am about to relate could be imagined than the Desolation Islands, so called, in 1779, by Captain Cook. I lived there for several weeks, and I can affirm, on the evidence of my own eyes and my own experience, that the famous English explorer and navigator was happily inspired when he gave the islands that significant name. Geographical nomenclature, however, insists on the name of Kerguelen, which is generally adopted for the group which lies in 49° 45′ south latitude, and 69° 6′ east longitude. This is just, because in 1772, Baron Kerguelen, a Frenchman, was the first to discover those islands in the southern part of the Indian Ocean. Indeed, the commander of the squadron on that voyage believed that he had found a new continent on the limit of the Antarctic seas, but in the course of a second expedition he recognized his error. There was only an archipelago. I may be believed when I assert that Desolation Islands is the only suitable name for this group of three hundred isles or islets in the midst of the vast expanse of ocean, which is constantly disturbed by austral storms. Nevertheless, the group is inhabited, and the number of Europeans and Americans who formed the nucleus of the Kerguelen population at the date of the 2nd of August, 1839, had been augmented for two months past by a unit in my person. Just then I was waiting for an opportunity of leaving the place, having completed the geological and mineralogical studies which had brought me to the group in general and to Christmas Harbour in particular. Christmas Harbour belongs to the most important islet of the archipelago, one that is about half as large as Corsica. It is safe, and easy, and free of access. Your ship may ride securely at single anchor in its waters, while the bay remains free from ice. The Kerguelens possess hundreds of other fjords. Their coasts are notched and ragged, especially in the parts between the north and the south-east, where little islets abound. The soil, of volcanic origin, is composed of quartz, mixed with a bluish stone. In summer it is covered with green mosses, grey lichens, various hardy plants, especially wild saxifrage. Only one edible plant grows there, a kind of cabbage, not found anywhere else, and very bitter of flavour. Great flocks of royal and other penguins people these islets, finding good lodging on their rocky and mossy surface. These stupid birds, in their yellow and white feathers, with their heads thrown back and their wings like the sleeves of a monastic habit, look, at a distance, like monks in single file walking in procession along the beach. The islands afford refuge to numbers of sea-calves, seals, and sea-elephants. The taking of those amphibious animals either on land or from the sea is profitable, and may lead to a trade which will bring a large number of vessels into these waters. Illustration: „Time is beginning to seem very long to you, Mr. Jeorling?“ On the day already mentioned, I was accosted while strolling on the port by mine host of mine inn. “Unless I am much mistaken, time is beginning to seem very long to you, Mr. Jeorling?” The speaker was a big tall American who kept the only inn on the port. “If you will not be offended, Mr. Atkins, I will acknowledge that I do find it long.” “Of course I won’t be offended. Am I not as well used to answers of that kind as the rocks of the Cape to the rollers?” “And you resist them equally well.” “Of course. From the day of your arrival at Christmas Harbour, when you came to the Green Cormorant, I said to myself that in a fortnight, if not in a week, you would have enough of it, and would be sorry you had landed in the Kerguelens.” “No, indeed, Mr. Atkins; I never regret anything I have done.” “That’s a good habit, sir.” “Besides, I have gained knowledge by observing curious things here. I have crossed the rolling plains, covered with hard stringy mosses, and I shall take away curious mineralogical and geological specimens with me. I have gone sealing, and taken sea-calves with your people. I have visited the rookeries where the penguin and the albatross live together in good fellowship, and that was well worth my while. You have given me now and again a dish of petrel, seasoned by your own hand, and very acceptable when one has a fine healthy appetite. I have found a friendly welcome at the Green Cormorant, and I am very much obliged to you. But, if I am right in my reckoning, it is two months since the Chilian two-master PENÃS set me down at Christmas Harbour in mid-winter. “And you want to get back to your own country, which is mine, Mr.