THE CAPTAIN OF THE POLESTAR

AND OTHER TALES.


By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

                                      TO                                  MY FRIEND                         MAJOR-GENERAL A. W. DRAYSON                               AS A SLIGHT TOKEN                                      OF                         MY ADMIRATION FOR HIS GREAT                 AND AS YET UNRECOGNISED SERVICES TO ASTRONOMY                              This little Volume                                    IS                                 DEDICATED





PREFACE

For the use of some of the following Tales I am indebted to the courtesy of the Proprietors of “Cornhill,” “Temple Bar,” “Belgravia,” “London Society,” “Cassell’s,” and “The Boys’ Own Paper.”

A. CONAN DOYLE, M.D.






Contents

PREFACE

THE CAPTAIN OF THE “POLE-STAR.”

J. HABAKUK JEPHSON’S STATEMENT.

THE GREAT KEINPLATZ EXPERIMENT.

THE MAN FROM ARCHANGEL.

THAT LITTLE SQUARE BOX.

JOHN HUXFORD’S HIATUS.

CYPRIAN OVERBECK WELLS—A LITERARY MOSAIC.

JOHN BARRINGTON COWLES.

PART II.

ELIAS B. HOPKINS, THE PARSON OF JACKMAN’S GULCH.

THE RING OF THOTH.






THE CAPTAIN OF THE “POLE-STAR.”

     [Being an extract from the singular journal of JOHN     M’ALISTER RAY, student of medicine.]

September 11th.—Lat. 81 degrees 40’ N.; long. 2 degrees E. Still lying-to amid enormous ice fields. The one which stretches away to the north of us, and to which our ice-anchor is attached, cannot be smaller than an English county. To the right and left unbroken sheets extend to the horizon. This morning the mate reported that there were signs of pack ice to the southward. Should this form of sufficient thickness to bar our return, we shall be in a position of danger, as the food, I hear, is already running somewhat short. It is late in the season, and the nights are beginning to reappear.

This morning I saw a star twinkling just over the fore-yard, the first since the beginning of May. There is considerable discontent among the crew, many of whom are anxious to get back home to be in time for the herring season, when labour always commands a high price upon the Scotch coast. As yet their displeasure is only signified by sullen countenances and black looks, but I heard from the second mate this afternoon that they contemplated sending a deputation to the Captain to explain their grievance.

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