Jules Verne,
The Voyages and Adventures of Captain Hatteras…
“ An hour later they came in sight of the ship. A terrible sight! The brig was burning in the midst of the ice, which was melting about her; the flames were lapping her hull, and the southerly breeze brought to Hatteras's ears unaccustomed sounds.Five hundred feet from the ship stood a man raising his hands in despair; he stood there, powerless, facing the fire which was destroying the Forward.The man was alone; it was Johnson.Hatteras ran towards him.“My ship! my ship!” he cried.“You! Captain!” answered Johnson; “you! stop! not a step farther!”“Well?” asked Hatteras with a terrible air. ”
