l80 THE FUR COUNTRY. and that is the dangerous Kamtchatka Current. Are you not afraid that it has us in its fatal embrace, and is carrying us with it to the shores of North Georgia ? " " I think not," replied Hobson, after a moment's reflection. "Why not?" " Because it i? a very rapid current, madam ; and if we had been following it for three months, we should have had some land in sight by this time, and there is none, absolutely none ! " " Where, then, do you suppose we are ? " inquired Mrs Bamett. " Most likely between the Kamtchatka Current and the coast, perhaps in some vast eddy unmarked upon the map." " That cannot be. Lieutenant," replied Mrs Bamett, quickly. "Why not, madam, why not?" " Because if Victoria Island were in an eddy, it would have veered round to a certain extent, and our position with regard to the cardinal points would have changed in the last three months, which is certainly not the case." " You are right, madam, you are quite right. The only explana- tion I can think of is, that there is some other current, not marked on our map. Oh, that to-morrow were here that I might find out our longitude j really this uncertainty is terrible ! " " To-morrow will come," observed Madge. There was nothing to do but to wait. The party therefore separated, all returning to their ordinary occupations. Sergeant Long informed his comrades that the departure for Fort Reliance, fixed for the next day, was put off. He gave as reasons that the season was too far advanced to get to the southern factory before the great cold set in, that the astronomer was anxious to complete his meteorological observations, and would therefore submit to another winter in the north, that game was so plentiful provisions from Fort Reliance were not needed, &c., &c. But about all these matters the brave fellows cared little. Lieutenant Hobson ordered his men to spare the furred animals in future, and only to kill edible game, so as to lay up fresh stores for the coming winter ; he also forbade them to go more than two miles from the fort, not wishing Marbre and Sabine to come suddenly upon a sea-horizon, where the isthmus connecting the peninsula of Victoria with the mainland was visible a few months before. The disappearance of the neck of land would inevitably have betrayed everything.
