Freddy Goes to the North Pole. Walter R. BrooksЧитать онлайн книгу.
as it split and melted. We thought we had camped far enough back from the shore to be safe, but in the morning when we stepped outside the tent door, there was water all around us. The piece of ice we had been camping on had split off during the night and we were on an iceberg in the middle of the Arctic Ocean.”
A buzz of excitement went up from the animals and they crowded closer to listen. Mrs. Wiggins was sobbing softly. “My poor sister,” she gulped.
“You needn’t be alarmed, madam,” said Ferdinand impatiently. “Your sister is quite safe. Whether you will ever see her again, however, is another matter. To continue: we had plenty to eat, and our fur coats and the tent kept us warm. But as we drifted, day after day, the iceberg slowly melted and large chunks split off and fell into the water. It was only a matter of time when there would no longer be room for us all to stand on it. As the only member of the party who could fly, I had gone on a number of scouting expeditions to see if we could get help. But although a number of animals were willing to do anything they could, there was really nothing they could do. A school of whales came by one day, and they all put their heads against the berg and tried to push it towards land, but it was so slippery that they kept slipping off and bumping into one another, and finally they gave up.
“On one of my flights I had seen that we were approaching land, and I figured that we should pass within half a mile of it in about two days. We had decided that our only chance of escape was for the animals to try to swim that half-mile to shore. There was little hope of their reaching it, for even Freddy, who, as you know, is a champion swimmer and has won several prizes, could not hope to stay long afloat in that icy water. But there was no other way, and we had made up our minds to it, when on the very morning we had fixed for the attempt, on coming out of the ice cave in which we had been camping, we saw that a ship had come alongside the berg, and the sailors were climbing up its steep sides. They had seen the phaeton, which stood outside the cave on a ledge, and had come to find out how it got there.
“The sailors were greatly surprised to find a cow and a cat and a dog and a pig and a horse and a crow on an iceberg in the open sea, and they took us all on board and made quite a fuss over us. They were particularly delighted with Mrs. Wogus, for the only milk they had had for the past six months had been condensed milk out of a can. Just before we all went aboard, Freddy took me aside. ‘Don’t let them catch you, Ferdinand,’ he said. ‘These sailors won’t let us go if they can help it, but there’s still hope while you’re free.’ So I flew up on top of the berg where they couldn’t reach me. I stayed round for two days, and I must say those sailors treated the animals like kings and queens. They took turns riding Hank round the deck, and they made leather collars for Jinx and Robert, and they were so pleased with Mrs. Wogus that they gave her a cabin all to herself with lace curtains at the windows, and the captain took off his hat to her whenever she came on deck. They treated Freddy well, too, but I didn’t just like the greedy way some of them looked at him, and once when Freddy went by, I saw the mate nudge the captain in the ribs, and heard him say: ‘A nice dish of pig’s knuckles and sauerkraut now, eh, Mr. Hooker?’ And the captain said: ‘Chops, Mr. Pomeroy; chops is my choice—with a bit of apple.’ And they both licked their lips and grinned.
“Well, that can’t be helped, and what’s happened now, nobody knows. For my part, I think they were just fooling and said those things because they wanted to see Freddy get pale. Pigs look so funny when they are scared. But, to make a long story short, on the third day Freddy said to me: ‘You’d better go now. I’ve found out that this ship is a whaling ship, but they’ve had a bad year and haven’t caught a single whale, so they’ve decided to take a vacation from whaling and see if they can’t find Santa Claus’s house. You know he lives up round the north pole somewhere. They’re going to sail north as far as they can, and then when they get stuck in the ice, they’ll go on foot. You’d better fly home as fast as you can and bring help for us.’ Then he said good-bye to me. ‘You may never see me again, Ferdinand,’ he said mournfully. ‘These sailors are nice and friendly to me, but they’re big fat men, all pork-eaters—I can tell a pork-eater just by the way he looks at me, so greedy it makes me fairly blush sometimes—and what’s friendship to a hungry man?’ ‘Oh, cheer up,’ I said. ‘A little pig like you wouldn’t make more’n a breakfast for the cabin boy. They’ll try to fatten you up first, and if you’re careful of your diet and watch the calories and keep off starchy foods, you’ll stay thin, and I’ll round up some of your friends and have them back here to rescue you before anything serious happens.’ Well, that didn’t seem to comfort him much, for Freddy likes to eat almost better than he likes to make up poetry, but we said good-bye and I started flying home. I’d have been here long before this, for I was flying day and night, if I hadn’t run into a telegraph wire on the fourth night and broken my wing. It’s mending all right and I’ll be able to fly in another week, but meanwhile I’ve had to walk.
“And now I’ve talked enough. I call for volunteers to rescue our friends and neighbours from captivity in the Far North. Who’ll go?”
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