Tent Life in Siberia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 467 pages of information about Tent Life in Siberia.

Tent Life in Siberia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 467 pages of information about Tent Life in Siberia.

The last of July found us becalmed, about fifty miles off the harbour and river of Okhotsk.  I had been playing chess all the evening in the cabin, and it was almost eleven o’clock when the second mate called to me down the companionway to come on deck.  Wondering if we had taken a favourable slant of wind, I went up.

It was one of those warm, still, almost tropical nights, so rarely seen on northern waters, when a profound calm reigns in the moonless heavens, and the hush of absolute repose rests upon the tired, storm-vexed sea.  There was not the faintest breath of air to stir even the reef-points of the motionless sails, or roughen the dark, polished mirror of water around the ship.  A soft, almost imperceptible haze concealed the line of the far horizon, and blended sky and water into one great hollow sphere of twinkling stars.  Earth and sea seemed to have passed away, and our motionless ship floated, spell-bound, in vacancy—­the only earthly object in an encircling universe of stars and planets.  The great luminous band of the Milky Way seemed to sweep around beneath us in a complete circle of white, misty light, and far down under our keel gleamed the three bright stars in the belt of Orion.  Only when a fish sprang with a little splash out of one of these submarine constellations and shattered it into trembling fragments of broken light could we realise that it was nothing but a mirrored reflection of the heavens above.

Absorbed in the beauty of the scene, I had forgotten to ask the mate why he had called me on deck, and started with surprise as he touched me on the shoulder and said:  “Curious thing, ain’t it?”

“Yes,” I replied, supposing that he referred to the reflection of the heavens in the water, “it’s the most wonderful night I ever saw at sea.  I can hardly make myself believe that we are at sea—­the ship seems to be hanging in space with a great universe of stars above and below.”

“What do you suppose makes it?” he inquired.

“Makes what—­the reflection?”

“No, that light.  Don’t you see it?”

Following the direction of his outstretched arm, I noticed, for the first time, a bank of pale, diffused radiance, five or six degrees in height, stretching along the northern horizon from about N.N.W. to E.N.E. and resembling very closely the radiance of a faint aurora.  The horizon line could not be distinguished; but the luminous appearance seemed to rise in the haze that hid it from sight.

“Have you ever seen anything like it before?” I inquired.

“Never,” the mate replied; “but it looks like the northern lights on the water.”

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