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  • 02-05-07, “An unexpected meeting on the pack ice”  
 
  • 25-04-07, “A dangerous escapade”  
 
  • 18-04-07, “Off to the ice pack”  
 
  • 11-04-07, “Elliot and Ulysse stow away to Spitsbergen”  
 
  • 09-04-07, “Hey kids!”  
 
An unexpected meeting on the pack ice  
  wednesday, may 02 2007 previous | next    
Elliot and Ulysse had forgotten one small detail: at this time of year, the sun never sets in the evening. At the North Pole, it rises as usual on 21 March but never fully sets again before 21 September. But for two lost boys, the permanent daylight was definitely an advantage…

“I already told you why”, said Ulysse. “It’s because the Earth doesn’t sit quite vertical in relation to the Sun”.
“Everything’s extreme up here, isn’t it?” he went on excitedly. “In summer it’s daylight all the time and in winter you get 24 hours of darkness. To say nothing of the blizzards and the aurora borealis”.
“But it’s also these extremes that mean there’ll always be ice around the North Pole in winter”, replied Elliot.
“I heard that the ice pack was going to melt because of climate change”, objected Ulysse.
“Yeah, but that’ll only be in summer”, replied Elliot, visibly annoyed. “In summer…”.
“Let’s see if this is the way back”, suggested Ulysse brightly, to change the subject.
“But can’t you see there’s no trace of our tracks that way?” answered Elliot. “If we want to find our way back to the camp, we have to find the tracks we made getting here”.
His brother cut him off: “Look over there. I think we’ve got a problem”.
“That’s all the we needed”, agreed Elliot, now quite worried. “Where there’s a baby polar bear there’s a big mother polar bear not far behind!”

Not far away from the boys, two young bears were gambolling around and sliding down snow drifts, hardly paying any heed to Ulysse and Elliot.

“Aren’t they cute?” whispered Ulysse. “Even nicer than in the photos in Dad’s office. Look at their fluffy little paws with those baby claws…”
“We’d better not stick around”, said Elliot. “Polar bears have real good sense of smell. I bet Mother Bear knows we’re here somewhere… It’s lucky the wind’s blowing towards us. Let’s move on while we can”.
“I’d just like to touch one of them. It’s not every day you meet a…”
Elliot cut him short, whispering urgently: “Ulysse, lie down quick!”.

A large polar bear, presumably the mother, has appeared from behind a block of ice. Her muzzle was covered in blood, undoubtedly all that was left of the seal she had been having for dinner.

“She doesn’t seem too worried about us”, whispered Elliot. “Let’s go round to the left. But it seems strange that there are polar bears this far north.
“What did you say?” said Ulysse, a bit too loudly.

Mother Bear obviously heard something. She lifted her head and sniffed in the boys’ direction. However, she seemed disinclined to chase them and lay down on her side. Her two cubs needed no urging to start suckling… The mother then began to give a licking bath to one of her babies.

“Come on, follow me, and try to be quiet for a change”, grumbled Elliot.
“Why did you say it was strange to find polar bears up here?”, asked Ulysse. “The North Pole’s supposed to be where they live, isn’t it?”
“Poor Ulysse! You read too many fairy stories! Sure, polar bears live in the Arctic. Arktos even means bear in Greek. But they don’t live here just to keep cool. They usually go where they can find food.
“Well, the cubs’ Mum certainly found some food, didn’t she?” laughed Ulysse, pointing to a scrap of bloody flesh still hanging from the bear’s fur.
“Don’t be such a smarty-pants. What I meant was that she had to come further north than normal to find good hunting. That’s because of global warming. It’s a problem”.

Just then, they heard the sound of an engine, still quite far off. This time it wasn’t a helicopter, but maybe a snow-scooter. If so, the driver would have difficulty getting through all the jumbled blocks of ice to reach them.

The bear realised that the noise meant danger and she gathered up one of her cubs in her jaws and took off, followed by the other, as fast as she could. And that was really fast!

“OK, Ulysse, I’m cold and hungry. Maybe this time we should…?”
Ulysse obviously agreed.
“We’re over here!”, he shouted, standing up.
Elliot was on his feet too. Now that they knew which was home, they started clambering over the jumble of ice blocks as fast as they could.