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)
when they do come I set opposite to them marginal notes, that I may
pick them out from time to time as one does a happy event from the
memory.
[Sidenote: DAILY ROUTINE.]
The ship's duties go on thus:--After breakfast the men "turn to" under
the direction of Dodge, and clear up the decks and polish and fill the
lamps; and a detail is made to go out to the iceberg for our daily
supply of water. Then the fire-hole is looked after, the dogs are fed,
the allowance of coal for the day is measured out, the store-room
is unlocked and the rations are served; and before lunch-time comes
round the labors of the day are done. After lunch we take a walk for
exercise, and I make it a rule that every one who has not been at work
two hours must spend at least that much time in walking for his health.
[Sidenote: OUR HOME.]
For my own part I take an almost daily drive around the bay or a stroll
over the hills or out upon the frozen sea. Sometimes I carry my rifle,
hoping to shoot a deer or perhaps a bear, but usually I go unarmed and
unaccompanied, except by a sprightly Newfoundland pup which rejoices in
the name of _General_. This little beast has shared with me my cabin
since leaving Boston, and has always insisted upon the choicest place.
We have got to be the best of friends. He knows perfectly well when the
hour comes to go out after breakfast, and whines impatiently at the
door; and when he sees me take my cap and mittens from their peg his
happiness is complete. And the little fellow makes a most excellent
companion. He does not bore me with senseless talk, but tries his best
to make himself agreeable. If in the sober mood, he walks beside me
with stately gravity; but when not so inclined he rushes round in the
wildest manner,--rolling himself in the snow, tossing the white flakes
to the wind, and now and then tugging at my huge fur mittens or at the
tail of my fur coat. Some time ago he fell down the hatch and broke
his leg, and while this was healing I missed him greatly. There is
excellent companionship in a sensible dog.
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