On the 19th of August, Cape Franklin was sighted to the east, and Cape Lady Franklin to the west; the one doubtless was the extreme point reached by the bold navigator; and the other was so called by his grateful countrymen, in honor of his devoted wife, as a touching symbol of the loving bond that united them so closely.
The Doctor, following Johnson's advice, was trying to inure himself to the cold as much as possible, by remaining nearly always on deck, in spite of wind and snow. His health was unimpaired, though he had grown a little thinner. He was quite prepared for fresh dangers, and gayly welcomed each precursor of winter.
"Look at that flock of birds migrating south!" he called out one day to Johnson. "How swift they fly, shrieking their last adieu as they go!"
"Yes, Mr. Clawbonny, something tells them it is time to go, and off they start."
"More than one among us, Johnson, I wager, would like to follow their example."
"Chicken-hearted fellows!" said Johnson. "Those poor flying things have not their food all ready to hand like us, and of course they must seek it elsewhere. But sailors, with a good ship under their feet, ought to go to the world's end."
"You hope then that Hatteras will succeed in his projects?"
"He will succeed, I'm sure of it, Mr. Clawbonny," answered Johnson.
"I agree with you, Johnson, and even if only one faithful friend remained to him———"
"We should make two."
"You are right, Johnson," said the Doctor, grasping the brave fellow's hand.
Prince Albert's Land, which the Forward was now alongside, is also called Grinnel's Land, and though Hatteras so hated the Yankees that he would never have given it that name, most people know it by the American designation. Both names were bestowed on it at the same time, though by different people—Penny in honor of Prince Albert, and Lieutenant de Haven, the commander of the Rescue, in honor of Grinnel, the American merchant, at whose expense the expedition had been sent out.
