The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 90, April, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 90, April, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
Various
American periodicals
This door opens into a sort of porch occupying one end of the den; the
floor, earth. Three or four large, dirty dogs lie dozing here, and start
up with an aspect of indescribable, half-crouching, mean malignity, as
we enter; but a sharp word, with perhaps some menace of stick or cane,
sends the cowardly brutes sneaking away. In a corner is a circle of
stones, on which cooking is done; and another day we may find the family
here picking their food out of a pot, and serving themselves to it, with
the fingers. Save this primitive fireplace, and perhaps a kettle for the
dogs to lick clean, this porch is bare.
From this we crouch into the living-room through a door two and a half
or three feet high, and find ourselves in an apartment twelve feet
square, and lighted by a small, square skin window in the roof. The only
noticeable furniture consists of two board beds, with skins for
bed-clothes. The women sit on these beds, sewing upon seal-skin boots.
They receive us with their characteristic fat and phlegmatic
good-nature, a pleasant smile on their chubby cheeks and in their dark,
dull eyes,--making room for us on the bedside. Presently others come in,
mildly curious to see the strangers,--all with the same aspect of
unthinking, good-tempered, insensitive, animal content. The head is low
and smooth; the cheekbones high, but less so than those of American
Indians; the jowl so broad and heavy as sometimes to give the _ensemble_
of head and face the outline of a cone truncated and rounded off above.
In the females, however, the cheek is so extremely plump as perfectly to
pad these broad jaws, giving, instead of the prize-fighter physiognomy,
an aspect of smooth, gentle heaviness. Even without this fleshy cheek,
which is not noticeable, and is sometimes noticeably wanting, in the
men, there is the same look of heavy, well-tempered lameness. The girls
have a rich blood color in their swarthy cheeks, and some of them are
really pretty, though always in a lumpish, domestic-animal style. The
hands and feet are singularly small; the fingers short, but nicely
tapered. Take hold of the hand, and you are struck with its _cetacean_
feel. It is not flabby, but has a peculiar blubber-like, elastic
compressibility, and seems not quite of human warmth.
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