Nearest the Pole: a narrative of the polar expedition of the Peary Arctic Club in the S.S. Roosevelt, 1905-1906Peary, Robert E. (Robert Edwin)
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Nearest the Pole: a narrative of the polar expedition of the Peary Arctic Club in the S.S. Roosevelt, 1905-1906
Peary, Robert E. (Robert Edwin)
Arctic regions
During my fifteen years of experience with the Eskimos, I have seen
little of the savage treachery which is so frequently alluded to. Quite
the contrary. These people are subservient to us in a most gratifying
way. It is true that in the beginning of our adventures, they were
inclined to scoff at our awkward adaptation to Polar conditions; but as
we acquainted them with the use of compass, etc., their laughter soon
changed to expressions of admiration and wonder.
The position of the sun and the movements of the stars, are the Eskimos’
gauges for time and location. Thus it will be seen that their ideas of
astronomy are definite, though necessarily limited. For the benefit of
those who have not read my previous work, I shall retabulate what
significance celestial bodies have to Eskimos. They recognise the Great
Dipper as a herd of reindeer; the three triangular stars of Cassiopeia
are the three stones supporting a celestial stone lamp; the Pleiades are
a team of dogs in pursuit of a bear; the three glittering brilliants of
the belt of Orion are the steps cut by some celestial Eskimo in a steep
snow-bank to enable him to climb to the top; Gemini are the two door
stones of an igloo; Arcturus and Aldebaran are personifications; and the
moon and the sun are a maiden and her pursuing lover. Less observant
than were the Arab shepherds, they have not noticed that one star is the
centre about which all the others move, nor have they set apart the
planets, which to them are simply large stars. Probably this is due to
the fact that the movements of the stars can be observed during only
three months of the year.
Amongst themselves, punctuality is a thing of small value. Yet, I have
never known the time when I could not thoroughly trust my “old guard,”
among these people, for carrying out my orders. When told to get ready
for a certain time—say, daybreak, next morning—sledges would be found
packed, and everything arranged with the utmost precision.
Their sense of humour is very pronounced. It is seen in their nicknames
for each other, and particularly for the white men, and again in their
drawings. These latter, crude as they are, leave no doubt as to the
victim. Bow-legs, hooked nose, protuberant stomach, such deformities as
these are gleefully pounced upon by the local artists, and emphasised in
their portraiture.
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