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NIGHTMARE TALES

A Compilation of Stories

By H P Blavatsky

H P Blavatsky

 

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From the Polar Lands

A Christmas Story

By

H P Blavatsky

 

 

Just a year ago, during the Christmas holidays, a numerous society had gathered

in the country house, or rather the old hereditary castle, of a wealthy landowner in Finland. Many were the remains in it of our forefathers' hospitable way of living; and many the mediaeval customs preserved, founded on traditions and superstitions, semi-kinnish and semi-Russian, the latter imported into it by its female proprietors from the shores of the Neva. Christmas trees were being

prepared and implements for divination were being made ready. For, in that old

castle there were grim worm-eaten portraits of famous ancestors and knights and

ladies, old deserted turrets, with bastions and Gothic windows; mysterious

sombre alleys, and dark and endless cellers, easily transformed into

subterranean passages and caves, ghostly prison cells, haunted by the restless

phantoms of the heroes of local legends. In short, the old Manor offered every

commodity for romantic horrors. But alas! this once they serve for nought; in

the present narrative these dear old horrors play no such part as they otherwise

might.

 

Its chief hero is a very commonplace, prosaical man -- let us call him Erkler.

Yes; Dr. Erkler, professor of medicine, half-German through his father, a

full-blown Russian on his mother's side and by education; and one who looked a rather heavily built, and ordinary mortal. Nevertheless, very extraordinary

things happened with him.

 

Erkler, as it turned out, was a great traveller, who by his own choice had

accompanied one of the most famous explorers on his journeys round the world.

 

More than once they had both seen death face to face from sunstrokes under the

Tropics, from cold in the Polar Regions. All this notwithstanding, the doctor

spoke with a never-abating enthusiasm about their "winterings" in Greenland and

Novaya Zemla, and about the desert plains in Australia, where he lunched off a

kangaroo and dined off an emu, and almost perished of thirst during the passage

through a waterless track, which it took them forty hours to cross.

 

"Yes," he used to remark, "I have experienced almost everything, save what you

would describe as supernatural. . . . . This, of course, if we throw out of

account a certain extraordinary event in my life -- a man I met, of whom I will

tell you just now -- and its . . . indeed, rather strange, I may add quite

inexplicable, results."

 

There was a loud demand that he should explain himself; and the doctor, forced

to yield, began his narrative.

 

"In 1878 we were compelled to winter on the northwestern coast of Spitzbergen.

We had been attempting to find our way during the short summer to the pole; but, as usual, the attempt had proved a failure, owing to the icebergs, and, after

several such fruitless endeavours, we had to give it up. No sooner had we

settled than the polar night descended upon us, our steamers got wedged in and

frozen between the blocks of ice in the Gulf of Mussel, and we found ourselves

cut off for eight long months from the rest of the living world. I confess I,

for one, felt it terribly at first. We became especially discouraged when one

stormy night the snow hurricane scattered a mass of materials prepared for our

winter buildings, and deprived us of over forty deer from our herd. Starvation

in prospect is no incentive to good humour; and with the deer we had lost the

best plat de resistance against polar frosts, human organisms demanding in that

climate an increase of heating and solid food. However, we were finally

reconciled to our loss, and even got accustomed to the local and in reality more

nutritious food -- seals, and seal-grease. Our men from the remnants of our

lumber built a house neatly divided into two compartments, one for our three

professors and myself, and the other for themselves; and, a few wooden sheds

being constructed for meteorological, astronomical and magnetic purposes, we

even added a protecting stable for the few remaining deer. And then began the

monotonous series of dawnless nights and days, hardly distinguishable one from

the other, except through dark-grey shadows. At times, the "blues" we got into,

were fearful! We had contemplated sending two of our three steamers home, in

September, but the premature, and unforeseen formation of ice walls round them

had thwarted our plans; and now, with the entire crews on our hands, we had to

economise still more with our meagre provisions, fuel and light. Lamps were used only for scientific purposes: the rest of the time we had to content ourselves with God's light -- the moon and the Aurora Borealis . . . . But how describe these glorious, incomparable northern lights! Rings, arrows, gigantic

conflagrations of accurately divided rays of the most vivid and varied colours.

 

The November moonlight nights were as gorgeous. The play of moonbeams on the snow and the frozen rocks was most striking. These were fairy nights.

"Well, one such night -- it may have been one such day, for all I know, as from

the end of November to about the middle of March we had no twilights at all, to

distinguish the one from the other -- we suddenly espied in the play of coloured

beams, which were then throwing a golden rosy hue on the snow plains, a dark

moving spot. . . . . It grew, and seemed to scatter as it approached nearer to

us. What did this mean? . . . . It looked like a herd of cattle, or a group of

living men, trotting over the snowy wilderness . . . . But animals there were

white like everything else. What then was this? . . . . human beings? . . . .

"We could not believe our eyes. Yes, a group of men was approaching our

dwelling. It turned out to be about fifty seal-hunters, guided by Matiliss, a

well-known veteran mariner from Norway. They had been caught by the icebergs, just as we had been.

 

"'How did you know that we were here?' we asked.

"'Old Johan, this very same old party, showed us the way' -- they answered,

pointing to a venerable-looking old man with snow-white locks.

 

"In sober truth, it would have beseemed their guide far better to have sat at

home over his fire than to have been seal-hunting in polar lands with younger

men. And we told them so, still wondering how he came to learn of our presence

in this kingdom of white bears. At this Matiliss and his companions smiled,

assuring us that 'old Johan' knew all. They remarked that we must be novices in

polar borderlands, since we were ignorant of Johan's personality and could still

wonder at anything said of him.

 

"'It is nigh forty-five years,' said the chief hunter, that I have been catching

seals in the Polar Seas, and as far as my personal remembrance goes, I have

always known him, and just as he is now, an old, white-bearded man. And, so far back as in the days when I used to go to sea, as a small boy with my father, my dad used to tell me the same of old Johan, and he added that his own father and grandfather too, had known Johan in their days of boyhood, none of them having ever seen him otherwise than white as our snows. And, as our fore-fathers nicknamed him "the white-haired all-knower," thus do we, the seal-hunters, call him, to this day.'

 

"'Would you make us believe he is two hundred years old?' -- we laughed.

"Some of our sailors crowding round the white-haired phenomenon, plied him with questions.

 

"'Grandfather! answer us, how old are you?'

"'I really do not know it myself, sonnies. I live as long as God has decreed me

to. As to my years, I never counted them.'

"'And how did you know, grandfather, that we were wintering in this place?'

"'God guided me. How I learned it I do not know; save that I knew -- I knew

it."'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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