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)
Upon his long
upper lip grew a little hedge-row of black bristles, which did not curl
gracefully nor droop languidly, but which stuck straight out like the
whiskers of a cat. A few of the same sort radiated from his chin. I
judged him to be about forty years old, and since soap and towels and
the external application of water have not yet been introduced among
the native inhabitants of Whale Sound, these forty years had favored
the accumulation of a coating to the skin, which, by the unequal
operation of friction, had given his hands and face quite a spotted
appearance.
[Sidenote: A DIRTY POTENTATE.]
But if he was not handsome, he was not really ugly; for, despite his
coarse features and dirty face, there was a rugged sort of good-humor
and frank simplicity about the fellow which pleased me greatly. His
tongue was not inclined to rest. He must tell me every thing. His
wife was still living, and had added two girls to the amount of his
responsibilities; but his face glowed with delight when I asked him
about their first-born, whom I remembered in 1854 as a bright boy of
some five or six summers, and he exhibited all of a father's just pride
in the prospect of the lad's future greatness. Already he could catch
birds, and was learning to drive dogs.
I asked him about his old rival Sipsu, who once gave me much trouble,
and was an endless source of inconvenience to Kalutunah. He was dead.
When asked how he died, he was a little loath to tell, but he finally
said that he had been killed. He had become very unpopular, and was
stabbed one night in a dark hut, and, bleeding from a mortal wound,
had been dragged out and buried in the stones and snow, where the cold
and the hurt together soon terminated as well his life as his mischief.
Death had made fearful ravages among his people since I had seen
them five years before, and he complained bitterly of the hardships
of the last winter, in consequence of a great deficiency of dogs,
the same distemper which swept mine off having attacked those of his
people. Indeed, the disease appears to have been universal throughout
the entire length of Greenland. But notwithstanding this poverty, he
undertook to supply me with some animals, in return for which I was to
make liberal presents; and, as a proof of his sincerity, he offered
me two of the four which composed his present team. From Tattarat I
afterwards purchased one of his three, and for a fine knife I obtained
the fourth one of that hunter's team, the property of Myouk, and the
only dog that he possessed.
[Sidenote: A PRIMITIVE TREATY.]
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