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Jean Cornbutte and Penellan reached the coast, which was entirely deserted. The ship at once directed its course towards Liverpool Island, discovered in 1821 by Captain Scoresby, and the crew gave a hearty cheer when they saw the natives running along the shore.
Penellan, in this dilemma, found it difficult to convince himself that all was for the best. But one chance remained to seek a shelter on the southern side of the coast. This was to return on their path, but hesitation was useless. The little band returned rapidly in the direction of the ship, as their provisions had begun to run short.
At this unexpected blow, Louis and Marie fell into a sad despair; then they knelt at the bedside and wept, as they prayed for Jean Cornbutte's soul, Penellan, Misonne, and Turquiette left them alone in the cabin, and went on deck. The bodies of the three bears were carried forward.
Come, you others, a little pemmican first, as this wretched storm forbids us from hunting." These words stirred up his comrades. "Let us first eat," added Penellan, "and then we shall see about getting off." Penellan set the example and devoured his share of the breakfast. His comrades imitated him, and then drank a cup of boiling coffee, which somewhat restored their spirits.
Each one also took healthy exercise every day, so as not to expose himself without motion to the cold; for in a temperature thirty degrees below zero, some part of the body might suddenly become frozen. In such cases friction of the snow was used, which alone could heal the affected part. Penellan also strongly advised cold ablutions every morning.
The room is full of smoke!" "Yes, yes," stammered Penellan. "It is evident," resumed Marie, "for it is not cold, and it is long since we have felt too much heat." No one dared to tell her the truth. "See, Marie," said Penellan bluntly, "help us get breakfast ready. It is too cold to go out. Here is the chafing-dish, the spirit, and the coffee.
Jean was forced to guide himself by points which he selected at a distance; sometimes he fixed upon a hill bristling with peaks; sometimes on a vast iceberg which pressure had raised above the plain. At the first halt, after going fifteen miles, Penellan prepared to encamp. The tent was erected against an ice-block.
After Louis Cornbutte's departure, Penellan had carefully shut the cabin door, which opened at the foot of the deck steps. He returned to the stove, which he took it upon himself to watch, whilst his companions regained their berths in search of a little warmth. It was then six in the evening, and Penellan set about preparing supper.
It is the coldest we have seen here yet!" "Ten degrees more," said Vasling, "and the mercury will freeze!" A mournful silence followed this remark. About eight in the morning Penellan essayed a second time to go out to judge of their situation. It was necessary to give an escape to the smoke, which the wind had several times repelled into the hut.
"Yes, we will find Louis," added André Vasling. "You are going with us, then?" asked Penellan quickly. "Yes, Penellan, André Vasling is to be my first mate," answered Jean. "Oh, oh!" ejaculated the Breton, in a singular tone. "And his advice will be useful to us, for he is able and enterprising. "And yourself, captain," said André.
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