The Land of Desolation: Being a Personal Narrative of Observation and Adventure in GreenlandHayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
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The Land of Desolation: Being a Personal Narrative of Observation and Adventure in Greenland
Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
Greenland -- Description and travel; Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel), 1832-1881
Altogether she was very pretty. Her complexion was a dark brunette,
but very delicate. When I approached to speak to her, she blushed
and ran away, which was the only fault I had to find with her. The
little, savage, coy coquette would not let me have a word with her,
but got behind a house, taking good care, however, to show herself
from time to time around the corner, peeping there, after the very
simple and artless fashion of coquettes the world over. She was not,
however, allowed to remain there undisturbed; for following after me
came a young gentleman from the _Panther_, who immediately proceeded
to invest the house, stealing around in the rear of it. When he had
fairly cornered her she did not seem at all afraid, but spoke to him
civilly enough; and then from that time forward, whatever might be my
disposition towards a better acquaintance with this lively maiden of
Julianashaab, my chances were clearly gone forever; for afterwards
she smiled only on this young gentleman. It is said (such was the
influence of his engaging manners and the delicacy of his flattery)
that she gave him her red boots at the very first interview.
This young gentleman bore among his shipmates the name of Prince;
but whether that name was natural to him, or whether it was, as
some asserted, on account of a fancied resemblance to the Prince of
Wales, or whether on account of his being the prince of good-fellows
(which is more likely than all), is not important. But Prince he was,
and like a prince he behaved. Concordia was the name, as afterwards
appeared, of the coy damsel. I shall hereafter have occasion to
relate how the Prince actually (as was said) proposed to abandon the
_Panther_ that he might make Concordia as happy a little princess as
ever was Cinderella.
Proceeding up the path after leaving the native population, I
encountered a man who was a full-blooded Dane in appearance, and I
should not have known otherwise had he not told me afterwards that
his mother had some native blood in her veins. He had been born here
in the infant days of the colony, and when we fell into conversation
he expatiated upon its growth, and manifested much pride in its
prosperity. For a long while he had been the assistant bestyrere; but
now he steers an island of his own, some thirty miles away, and he is
at present up on a visit, with his family, to see the metropolitan
sights. They had seen the church, the parson, the governor and
his wonderful store-rooms, and now, to cap the climax, here had
unexpectedly come an _Oomeasoak_ (big boat) that could breathe,
and had feet to kick through the water with! What a journey up to
town this had been, to be sure! How envious this would make their
fellow-villagers, when they got home and told of all the wonders they
had seen!
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