Kenneth McAlpine: A Tale of Mountain, Moorland and SeaStables, Gordon
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Kenneth McAlpine: A Tale of Mountain, Moorland and Sea
Stables, Gordon
Fiction
"`Wait a wee,' continued the captain; `I'm going to do more for you than
that, for goodness only knows how long we may have to remain in this
gloomy ice-field, and if I don't keep you alive, you'll all go to sleep
and not waken any more in this world. We shall set to work, then, and
make an immense great hole in that patch of bay ice, and it will be your
duty to keep it from freezing; then seals will come up, and maybe
walruses too, and catching these and the sharks will be glorious fun and
keep us all alive and awake. That is my plan complete.'
"This idea of the captain's was a splendid one, and we all entered into
it heart and soul. We built rude sledges and tooled wood and all other
necessaries over the pack, and before a week was over we had erected a
large and handsome marquee with a floor of timber, doors and windows,
table and fire-place all comfortable and jolly.
"We had hammocks slung round it also, so that when tired we could lounge
and read, or lounge and sleep, and on the whole we felt like new beings,
and each of us was as happy as a schoolboy with a tin whistle.
"The opening in the bay ice proved a wondrous success, for the rays of
sunlight penetrated far down into the black-blue water, and seals,
seeing the light from afar, swam wondering towards it, then finding a
hole, came out to breathe and look about them, and so fell victims to
their curiosity. We had seal's liver and bacon for breakfast then, and
found it a great treat. We skinned the phocas for sake of their
blubber, with the following results: sharks in dozens came to eat the
crangs we threw back into the sea, and birds reappeared, malleys, gulls,
skuas, and terns, to pick up the stray bits of grease, so we had sport
enough, and regained our spirits and strength in consequence. But when
a great fire was built on a berg, and the carcase of a seal roasted
thereon, bears sniffed the perfume, though they must have been miles and
miles away, and came prowling down to the feast, which I ought to add
had been prepared for their especial delectation.
"They were somewhat shy at first, they preferred squatting at a
distance, and contenting themselves with the delicious odour of the
tit-bits placed temptingly on the hummock near, but as their numbers
increased, so did their courage, and before very long we had the
satisfaction of seeing them in twos and even threes, wrangling together
over juicy joints. Then was our chance, and we did not hesitate to
avail ourselves thereof. Hungry bears are by no means easily scared,
and so our sport was good.
"There was no more laziness among our crew now, no more danger of our
fellows falling into Rip Van Winkleism, for every day brought us sport
and excitement and fun and adventure. We all began to sing again, and
that is always a good sign on board a ship. There was singing fore and
singing aft, and tales told in the saloon and yarns spun around the
galley fire.
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