Our ship immediately headed in his direction and a night’s steaming brought us within a few miles of the _Midnight Sun_, but we did not see any white coats either. But after we scouted around for five or six hours we sighted a patch of hundreds upon hundreds of little seal babies basking on the ice floes in the sun. My Captain ordered me to signal the good news of our find to the Captain of the _Midnight Sun_; he in turn steamed at once for our ship and when she came up the killing began. These seals are called _harp-seals_ because they have brownish yellow bodies and on the back of each one is a big black mark like a harp. The old harp-seals start from way up north of Melville Sound in the early part of the winter and by March they are off the Labrador coast. There tens of thousands of them herd together on the drifting ice when the little _white-coats_, as the baby seals are called because their fur is so white, are born and, curiously enough, nearly all of them are born on the same day. It was a great sight to see these fat roly-poly baby seals lying on their backs on the drifting ice and using their flippers to fan themselves with to keep cool. A few days later the ships were so close to each other that Mackey and I visited back and forth across the ice while the crews were busy taking the seals. When we headed for St. Johns we had on board our ship more than twenty-five thousand sealskins, which was as big a load as we could carry, while the _Midnight Sun_ had nearly fifty thousand and together we broke all previous records. This being the case these hardened Arctic Captains were as tickled as a couple of sea-urchins and both agreed that wireless was the greatest sealing scheme introduced since steamers took the place of schooners. Before we bore up for St. Johns there were great doings on board both ships. Rockets were fired in lieu of regular fireworks and Mackey, having the most powerful set, sent a message to old _Boreas_ and old _Arcticus_ who are pioneers in the refrigerating business, and if the _North Pole_ has an aerial suspended from it and the latter has a receiver attached to it, I doubt not but that they listened-in to the first wireless signals ever sent within the polar circle; if so, they heard some mighty fine things said about themselves and the glorious, though, withal frigid, country they rule over. I wouldn’t have missed that experience for a million dollars--what’s that?--well, not for a hundred dollars in real money anyway. CHAPTER V--MY ADVENTURES IN THE TROPICS When Bert Mackey and I got back to New York we were both in the same boat--to wit, we were without jobs. On the way down, though, Bert unfolded a very alluring scheme by which we could, he allowed, make _oodles_ of money and at the same time stand a chance of meeting with something that looked like real adventure.