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Great Stone of Sardis, The
CHAPTER XXIII - HE LAST DIVE OF THE DIPSEY
Frank R Stockton
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       _ When the engines of the Dipsey had stopped, and she was quietly
       floating upon the smooth surface of Lake Shiver, Mr. Gibbs
       greatly desired to make a connection with the telegraphic cable
       which was stretched at the bottom of the ocean, beneath him, and
       to thus communicate with Sardis, But when this matter was
       discussed in council, several objections were brought against it,
       the principal one being that the cable could not be connected
       with the Dipsey without destroying its connection with the little
       station near the pole; and although this means of telegraphic
       communication with regions which might never be visited again
       might well be considered as possessing no particular value, still
       it was such a wonderful thing to lay a telegraph line to the pole
       that it seemed the greatest pity in the world to afterwards
       destroy it.
       The friends of this exploring party had not heard from it since
       it left the polar sea, but there could be no harm in making them
       wait a little longer. If the return voyage under the ice should
       be as successfully accomplished as the first submarine cruise, it
       would not be very many days before the Dipsey should arrive at
       Cape Tariff. She would not proceed so slowly as she did when
       coming north, for now her officers would feel that in a measure
       they knew the course, and moreover they would not be delayed by
       the work of laying a cable as they progressed.
       So it was agreed that it would be a waste of time and labor to
       stop here and make connection with the cable, and preparations
       were made for a descent to a safe depth beneath the surface, when
       they would start southward on their homeward voyage. Mrs. Sarah
       Block, wrapped from head to foot in furs, remained on deck as
       long as her husband would allow her to do so. For some time
       before her eyes had been slowly wandering around the edge of that
       lonely piece of water, and it was with an unsatisfied air that
       she now stood gazing from side to side. At last Sammy took her
       by the arm and told her she must go below, for they were going to
       close up the hatchways.
       "Well," said Sarah, with a sigh, "I suppose I must give 'em up;
       they were the warmest and most comfortable ones I had, and I
       could have thawed 'em out and dried 'em so that they would have
       been as good as ever. I would not mind leavin' 'em if there was
       a human bein' in this neighborhood that would wear 'em; but there
       ain't, and it ain't likely there ever will be, and if they are
       frozen stiff in the ice somewhere, they may stay here, as good as
       new, for countless ages!"
       Of course everybody was very happy, now that they were returning
       homeward from a voyage successful beyond parallel in history, and
       even Rovinski was beginning to assume an air of gratified
       anticipation. He had been released from his confinement and
       allowed to attend to his duties, but the trust which had been
       placed in him when this kindness had been extended to him on a
       previous occasion was wanting now. Everybody knew that he was an
       unprincipled man, and that if he could gain access to the
       telegraph instrument at Cape Tariff he would make trouble for the
       real discoverer of the north pole; so it was agreed among the
       officers of the vessel that the strictest watch must be kept on
       him and no shore privileges be allowed him.
       The southward voyage of the Dipsey was an easy one and without
       notable incident; and at last a lookout who had been posted at
       the upper skylight reported light from above. This meant that
       they had reached open water southward of the frozen regions they
       had been exploring, and the great submarine voyage, the most
       peculiar ever made by man, was ended. Captain Jim Hubbell
       immediately put on a heavy pea-jacket with silver buttons, for as
       soon as the vessel should sail upon the surface of the sea he
       would be in command.
       When the dripping Dipsey rose from the waters of the arctic
       regions, it might have been supposed that the people on board
       of her were emerging into a part of the world where they felt
       perfectly at home. Cape Tariff, to which they were bound, was
       a hundred miles away, and was itself a lonely spot, often
       inaccessible in severe weather, and they must make a long and
       hazardous voyage from it before they could reach their homes; but
       by comparison with the absolutely desolate and mysterious region
       they had left, any part of the world where there was a possibility
       of meeting with other human beings seemed familiar and homelike.
       But when the Dipsey was again upon the surface of the ocean, when
       the light of day was shining unobstructed upon the bold form of
       Captain Hubbell as he strode upon the upper deck--being careful
       not to stand still lest his shoes should freeze fast to the
       planks beneath him--the party on board were not so-well satisfied
       as they expected to be. There was a great wind blowing, and the
       waves were rolling high. Not far away, on their starboard bow, a
       small iceberg, tossing like a disabled ship, was surging towards
       them, impelled by a biting blast from the east, and the sea was
       so high that sometimes the spray swept over the deck of the
       vessel, making it impossible for Captain Hubbell and the others
       with him to keep dry.
       Still the captain kept his post and roared out his orders, still
       the Dipsey pressed forward against wind and wave. Her engines
       were strong, her electric gills were folded close to her sides,
       and she seemed to feel herself able to contend against the storm,
       and in this point she was heartily seconded by her captain.
       But the other people on board soon began to have ideas of a
       different kind. It seemed to all of them, including the
       officers, that this vessel, not built to encounter very heavy
       weather, was in danger, and even if she should be able to
       successfully ride out the storm, their situation must continue to
       be a very unpleasant one. The Dipsey pitched and tossed and
       rolled and shook herself, and it was the general opinion, below
       decks, that the best thing for her to do would be to sink into
       the quiet depths below the surface, where she was perfectly at
       home, and proceed on her voyage to Cape Tariff in the submarine
       fashion to which she was accustomed.
       It was some time before Captain Hubbell would consent to listen
       to such a proposition as this, but when a wave, carrying on its
       crest a lump of ice about the size of a flour barrel, threw its
       burden on the deck of the vessel, raking it from stem to stern,
       the captain, who had barely been missed by the grating missile,
       agreed that in a vessel with such a low rail and of such
       defective naval principles, it would be better perhaps to sail
       under the water than on top of it, and so he went below, took off
       his pea-jacket with the silver buttons, and retired into private
       life. The Dipsey then sank to a quiet depth and continued her
       course under water, to the great satisfaction of everybody on
       board.
       On a fine, frosty morning, with a strong wind blowing, although
       the storm had subsided, the few inhabitants of the little
       settlement at Cape Tariff saw in the distance a flag floating
       over the water. The Dipsey had risen to the surface some twenty
       miles from the Cape and now came bravely on, Captain Hubbell on
       deck, his silver buttons shining in the sun. The sea was rough,
       but everybody was willing to bear with a little discomfort in
       order to be able to see the point of land which was the end of
       the voyage on the Dipsey, to let their eyes rest as early as
       possible upon a wreath of smoke arising from the habitation of
       human beings, and to catch sight of those human beings themselves.
       As soon as the Dipscy arrived in the harbor, Sammy and most of
       the officers went on shore to open communication with Sardis.
       Sarah Block stayed on the vessel. She had been on shore when she
       had arrived at Cape Tariff in the Go Lightly, and her disgust
       with the methods of living in that part of the world had been
       freely expressed. So long as she had perfectly comfortable
       quarters on board the good ship she did not wish to visit the low
       huts and extremely close quarters in which dwelt the people of
       the little colony. Rovinski also remained on board, but not
       because he wanted to do so. A watch was kept upon him; but as
       the Dipsey was anchored some distance from the landing-place, Mr.
       Marcy was of the opinion that if he attempted to swim ashore it
       might be well to let him do so, for if he should not be benumbed
       in the water into which he would plunge he would certainly be
       frozen to death as soon as he reached the shore.
       The messages which came from Sardis as soon as news had been
       received of the safe return of the explorers were full of hearty
       congratulations and friendly welcome, but they were not very
       long, and Sammy said to Mr. Gibbs that he thought it likely that
       this was one of Mr. Clewe's busy times. The latter telegraphed
       that he would send a vessel for them immediately, and as she was
       now lying at St. John's they would not have to wait very long.
       The fact was that the news of the arrival of the Dipsey at Cape
       Tariff had come to Sardis a week after Clewe's descent into the
       shaft, and he was absorbed, body and soul, in his underground
       discoveries. He was not wanting in sympathy, or even affection,
       for the people who had been doing his work, and his interest in
       their welfare and their achievements was as great as it ever had
       been, but the ideas and thoughts which now occupied his mind were
       of a character which lessened and overshadowed every other object
       of consideration. Most of the messages sent to Cape Tariff had
       come from Margaret Raleigh. _