"That is why they stay on the rocks," said the Norseman: "when the wind strikes them the light, thin end flies round, and they begin to spin so fast that you can hardly see them turn." "That's curious," said Steve, who looked hard at Johannes, as if ready to think that the man was telling him a travellers' tale. But the Norseman was the last man who could be expected to indulge in fiction, and the boy hastened to ask about their prospects. "We all feel satisfied that this place abounds with game," said Johannes. "Jakobsen here saw a couple of bears, the seals are plentiful, and we passed yesterday enough of the walrus to feel sure that there must be plenty more." "Here, Steve!" cried the captain just then; "breakfast! I am going up the fiord in one of the boats directly after. Do you care to go?" "Care to go!" cried Steve. "Oh, I say, Captain Marsham, don't leave me behind in any of your trips." The captain did not seem to hear him, but went to where some of the crew were busy now, unfurling and shaking out the jib preparatory to hoisting it to dry, while other men were busy with the stay-sail. The lads brightened up at the order given, and the result was that an hour later the largest boat, well manned, and prepared for any emergencies in the way of meeting game, from walrus to wild duck, pushed off from the ship's side, leaving her floating as snugly and as motionless as if in a dock. The morning was glorious, and as they rowed north the various turnings of the fiord soon shut out all view of the _Hvalross_. After a while the huge towering cliffs, which had risen up nearly sheer from the water's edge, began to retire, becoming less precipitous, and leaving a shore which, from being a mere ribbon, rapidly increased till there was a wide stretch of level land on either side, showing patches of green here and there where the snow had melted away; and soon after a narrow valley opened off to the right, but not going far, its upper end being choked by a glacier of great extent. The men rowed as if glad of the chance to stretch their muscles, and soon after another valley was passed, and again another, but both on the right, the left side of the fiord being formed by a long, rocky and icy ridge, showing no gap whatever or means of getting through it toward the sea. The valleys they still kept on passing, away east, gave plenty of promise of deer, so that, even if kept prisoners for some time, there did not appear to be any lack of food; but the other side was the more eagerly scanned by the Norsemen, who had the walrus harpoons, ropes, and lances lying ready to hand, and who longed to wield them again.