The Open Polar Sea: A narrative of a voyage of discovery towards the North pole, in the schooner "United States"Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
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The Open Polar Sea: A narrative of a voyage of discovery towards the North pole, in the schooner "United States"
Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel)
Arctic regions; United States (Schooner)
The men have been busy sewing up seal-skins into coats, pantaloons, and
boots, to complete their winter wardrobe. They have tried very hard
to get Mrs. Hans to do this work for them, but the indolent creature
persistently refuses to sew a stitch. She is the most obstinate of
her sex; feels perfectly independent of every thing and of everybody;
pouts fiercely when she is not pleased, and gets the sulks about once
a fortnight, when she declares most positively that she will abandon
Hans and the white men forever, and go back to her own people. She once
tried the experiment, and started off at a rapid rate, with her baby on
her back, towards Cape Alexander. There had evidently been a domestic
spat. Hans came out of his tent as if nothing had happened, and stood
at the window leisurely smoking his pipe, and watching her in the most
unconcerned manner in the world. As she tripped off south I called his
attention to her.
"Yes--me see."
"Where is she going, Hans?"
"She no go. She come back--all right."
"But she will freeze, Hans?"
"She no freeze. She come back by by,--you see."
And he went on smoking his pipe with a quiet chuckle which told how
well he understood the whims of his beloved. Two hours afterward she
came back, sure enough, very meek and very cold, for the wind was
blowing in her face.
The day being Saturday, the sailors are busy by turns at the wash-tub,
to have a clean turn-out for Sunday, on which day, even in this remote
corner of the world, everybody puts on his best, and at Sunday morning
muster my people present a very neat and creditable appearance. The
gray uniform which I have adopted as a dress-suit is always worn on
that occasion, both by officers and men. Each officer has a sailor for
a "washerwoman," and I have mine; and Knorr has just brought me in the
most encouraging accounts of his skill, and as a proof of it I found on
my table, when I came in out of the moonlight from a tramp to the open
water, (where I had been making some observations for temperature,) a
well-starched and neatly ironed cambric handkerchief, sprinkled with
cologne.
[Sidenote: A CHEERFUL DAY.]
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