insensibility, and sometimes the Doctor despaired, till unremitting care again revived the flickering spark of life.
Hatteras thought night and day of his brig, and full of anxious forebodings and questionings as to the state in which he might find her, he hurried impatiently forward, always in advance of the others.
On the 24th of February, in the early morning, he came to a sudden stop.
About three hundred paces distant he saw a bright red glare, from which an immense volume of black smoke rose up towards the sky.
"Look at that smoke!" he shouted. His heart beat violently, and again he shouted to his companions:
"Look! Down there! All that smoke! My ship is on fire."
"It can't be the Forward," said Bell. "We are more than three miles away."
"Yes, it is," replied the Doctor. "It is the mirage which makes her seem so near us."
"Let us run," said Hatteras, rushing forward. His companions followed with what speed they could, leaving Duk to guard the sledge.
An hour afterwards and they came in sight of the vessel. It was a terrible spectacle! The ship was blazing in the midst of the icebergs which surrounded her. Flames enveloped the keel, and Hatteras could catch the sound of her cracking timbers. A few paces distant a man was seen, flinging up his arms wildly, and gazing in mute despair.
This solitary man was old Johnson. Hatteras ran towards him, exclamining in broken tones: "My ship! my ship!"
"You, captain! Is it you?" cried Johnson. "Stop! Not a step farther!"
"Tell me," said Hatteras, with a terrible look on his face.
"The villains!" replied Johnson. They set the ship on fire and started off, forty-eight hours ago!"
"Curse them!" said Hatteras fiercely.
Just then a tremendous explosion was heard which shook the whole region, and laid the icebergs flat on the ice. The flames had reached the gunpowder and blown the ship to atoms. For a minute there was a dense cloud of smoke, and then the Forward disappeared in a gulf of fire.
