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)
Birdie has become quite tame, and does great credit to her instructor.
She is the most cunning; creature that was ever seen, and does not
make a bad substitute for the General. She takes the General's place
at my table, as she has his place in my affections; but she sits in
my lap, where the General never was admitted, and, with her delicate
little paws on the cloth, she makes a picture. Why, she is indeed a
perfect little gourmande, well bred, too, and clever. When she takes
the little morsels into her mouth her eyes sparkle with delight,
she wipes her lips, and looks up at me with a coquetterie that is
perfectly irresistible. The eagerness of appetite is controlled by
the proprieties of the table and a proper self-respect; and she is
satisfied to prolong a feast in which she finds so much enjoyment.
She does not like highly seasoned food; indeed, she prefers to take
it _au natural_, so I have a few little bits of venison served for
her on a separate plate. She has her own fork; but she has not yet
advanced sufficiently far in the usages of civilization to handle it
for herself, so I convey the delicate morsels to her mouth. Sometimes
she exhibits too much impatience; but a gentle rebuke with the fork on
the tip of the nose is quite effective in restoring her patience, and
saving her from indigestion.
Her habits greatly interest me. I have allowed her to run loose in
my cabin, after a short confinement in a cage had familiarized her
with the place; but she soon found out the "bull's-eye" over my head,
through the cracks around which she could sniff the cool air; and she
got into the habit of bounding over the shelves, without much regard
for the many valuable and perishable articles which lay thereon. From
this retreat nothing can tempt her but a good dinner; and as soon as
she sees from her perch the bits of raw venison, she crawls leisurely
down, sneaks gently into my lap, looks up longingly and lovingly into
my face, puts out her little tongue with quick impatience, and barks
bewitchingly if the beginning of the repast is too long delayed.
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