Chapter 59 Chapter 27 Ending

For those explorers who came close to death many times, the detailed memory of those eight days could no longer be contained in his mind after discovering the horrifying encounters with the rest of the fleet. On the 9th of September, however, they found themselves, by magic, at Horsberg's Cape, the top of Demon Issedangna. They were all starving.For forty-eight hours they had not eaten a grain of rice, and their last supper had been their last huskie.Bell was unable to take a step forward, and Johnson could smell the approach of death. They were on the shores of the Baffin Sea, in short, on board the European voyage, three nautical miles from the shore, where rough waves were beating violently against the sides of the icebergs.They waited helplessly for the whaling team to pass by, but they did not know how long the wait would be.

Perhaps, God has compassion for these unfortunate people.On the very next day, Altamon had a clear glimpse of a sail on the sea level, but who could guess how much anxiety the appearance of this ship caused them, and the extreme fear of losing hope. Those giants seemed to be heading towards them, but they kept moving away again and again.This hope and despair tormented them in turn.Often at the moment when the victims think they have hope of being rescued, the sailboat drifts away and disappears on the horizon. The doctor and all his companions have gone through countless trials, and they finally reached the peak of the western part of the iceberg, and they supported and encouraged each other.But the ships they saw were still drifting away amidst his cries for help, without paying any attention to their existence. It was this doctor, a genius in the field of industrial technology, who once again faithfully helped him with the last bit of inspiration.

A piece of ice, driven by the turbulence, hit the glacier. "This piece of ice!" cried the doctor, pointing to it.But no one could understand why, "Go up! All up!" he shouted, and these words lit up the minds of these people like lightning. "Oh! Mr. Altamon!" repeated Johnson, kissing the doctor's hand. Bell, staggering to the sledge with the help of Altamon, took a support and erected a mast on the small ice.Then it was fixed with ropes, and a sail was made of torn tents. Fortunately, the wind was favorable, and these abandoned and unfortunate people hurriedly boarded this vulnerable boat.Two hours later, with their unremitting efforts, the last few tough guys on the "Forward" were taken in by Hans-Christian, the Danish whaling ship that had conquered the Dennis Pass.

The captain greeted the group of elves who were no longer human with conscience.With a glimpse of their appearance, he immediately understood what had happened to them.He offered the most considerate care for these people, and finally succeeded in saving their lives. Ten days later, Crowburne, Johnson, Bell, Altamon, and Captain Hatteras landed in Denmark, and a steamer took them to Liqueur.From there, via Altona and Hamburg.They returned triumphantly to London after a long ordeal, on the thirteenth of this month. The doctor's first wish was to give a lecture under the permission of the Royal Geographical Society of London.

It is not difficult for people to imagine the shock brought by the report of this collection of scholars and scientists, as evidenced by the enthusiastic cheers after reading Hatteras' materials. This circumnavigation is the swan song of all ages, a masterpiece never before seen in history, and it sums up all previous adventures in this area.It undertook the expeditions of Barry, Ross, Franklin, and Mike Krull, and perfected the observation of the 100° to 150° meridian.From the map of the extreme north, it can be seen that they finally reached the pole that no one has visited since ancient times.

There has never been such unexpected news, and the whole of Britain is at the culmination of a long shock. Britons are basking in the excitement and pride of this momentous geographical event, from Lords of England to cokers, from royals to longshoremen, as word of this momentous expedition spreads across all the islands of the United Kingdom , the major newspapers competed to publish Hatteras's name on their front page headlines, as if he had been a martyr, and the whole of Britain was immersed in supreme glory and pride. The Doctor and his companions were congratulated, presented by the Grand Duke, received by the holy Majesty the King of England.

The government confirmed Queen's Island and named a volcano on the Arctic island Hatteras Peak, while the new North America discovered was called Altamon Harbour. Since then, Altamon has never left his comrades-in-arms who share life and death with him. He has become their eternal friend and lives in Liverpool with the doctor, Bell and Johnson.Locally, they have been regarded as victims who died on the iceberg. In the face of this honor, Dr. Crowburni has always attributed the achievement to everyone.Based on his travel memories, he wrote a book called "The British in the North Pole", which was officially published in the second year under the care of the Royal Geographical Society.Since then, John Hatteras has been officially recognized as a great explorer to inspire those who dare to sacrifice their lives for the advancement of science.The distressed victim is living peacefully in Stan-Courtesy, a rehabilitation center not far from Liverpool, where doctors have handpicked him, slightly distraught and reluctant to speak , can no longer comprehend anything, his language disappears with his reason.

The only connection with the outside world is his affection for Duck, his dog, and because of this, people are reluctant to let them part. The ailments of this arctic madness accompanied him every day, and his behavior did not show the most peculiar symptoms, until one day the doctor came to visit the poor patient and was struck by his behaviour. For a while, Hatteras took his loyal dog for long walks.With sad and sad eyes, he moved in the same direction every time, on a path called Stan-Cortus.Each time, the captain reached the end of the trail and then backed away, and no one could stop him.He pointed to a fixed point in the sky, who forced him to do so?Dak seemed to be sharing his anger too, barking irritably at the sky.

The doctor watched his demeanor intently, and soon the doctor understood the motive of this simple act.He guessed why this walk always went in the same direction.Perhaps this can be understood as a strong magnetic field effect - go north unswervingly!