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is doubtful whether they would have succeeded had it not been for
the help of the friendly Esquimaux, who did everything in their power
for their visitors.
At one time, they all gave up the ship as lost. The ice closed
around them with such a crushing force, that the captain and crew
fled to the shelter of the Esquimaux snow houses, where they were
most hospitably received, and preparations were made to entertain
them all winter.
But the vessel escaped, it seemed, almost by a miracle, and the
crew returned to it very soon. Then the ice broke up into smaller
pieces and drifted away towards the open sea, and the ship
prepared to follow as soon as the channel should be sufficiently
open. The Esquimaux bade farewell to the whalers, and went off on
an expedition, partly for hunting, but chiefly to gather in their dogs
and reindeer under shelter for the winter, leaving a few old men and
boys to guard the settlement.
Polargno happened to be one of the boys left behind. The day
after the expedition started he walked down to the shore to see if the
bay was sufficiently open for the ship to start on its voyage. He found
that the vessel was enclosed in thin ice which extended for quite a
distance beyond in a solid sheet. But, as the weather was still
moderating, this ice would probably break up in a few hours. Some
sailors were packing up their things in a tent they had occupied on
the shore. They evidently expected certainly to get away this time.
But, before Polargno reached the place, they ran out of the tent, and
down towards the beach with exclamations of horror. Polargno ran
after them, and soon discovered the cause of their excitement.
Lower down could be seen the open sea, and, rising and falling on
the waves were blocks of ice, some large and some small. On one of
the largest floes stood a sailor, trying to ward off the attack of a polar
bear. The bear had evidently just arrived upon the scene, and was
walking around the man, preparatory to making a rush upon him. If
he once closed with the sailor there was small chance of the latter
escaping with his life. The ice floe, on which they both stood, was
now almost stationary, having become wedged in a mass of light,
loose pieces that were swaying back and forth on the water.
Having taken in this situation at a glance, Polargno did not hesitate
an instant, but ran down the shore at his best speed to a spot
opposite the ice-floe. The four sailors followed, but they could not
equal the speed of the Esquimaux boy, and when they arrived he
had taken off his outer suit and boots, retaining only his in-door suit,
and light seal-skin boots. The sailors could not imagine what the boy
was about, but their attention was absorbed in their comrade who
was in such deadly peril, and they paid little heed to Polargno. Two
of them had guns, but they found to their dismay, that these were of
no use. The distance was too great for them to aim at any particular
spot of the beast’s body, and a polar bear is very hard to kill, unless
a vital part is struck. If he were only wounded he would be so
infuriated that the sailor’s case would be hopeless. And, besides, the
bear was now on the farther side of the block of ice, and was thus
partly covered from their fire by the man’s body.
All this had passed in the space of a very few minutes; and now,
while they were wondering what they could do, and watching for a
chance to fire, the sailors suddenly discovered that the Esquimaux
boy was far on his way to the help of their comrade. He had made no
boast of what he was going to do. He had asked for no help. He
knew they could not give him any. The thin cakes of ice, which
dipped into the water under his light tread, would have sunk with the
weight of one of the sailors. He saw that a fellow-creature was in
danger of being killed by a ferocious animal; and, at once, without a
care for his own personal safety, he went to the rescue. He had, in
his belt, his knife and his hatchet, and, on these, and his dexterity
and quickness, and knowledge of the ways of polar bears, he relied
for success.
The sailors watched him, full of admiration for his courage, and for
his skill in jumping the floating cakes of ice that one would scarcely
expect to bear the weight of a bird. He seemed to select the largest
and strongest pieces, by a sort of quick instinct, and bounded from
one to another as lightly as a cat. A foot went into the water at nearly
every step, but he did not sink.
Meantime the bear had advanced upon the sailor, who, it now was
seen, had a knife in his hand, prepared to do his best.
The Esquimaux boy had now reached the pack of loose ice
against which the ice floe had rested. This was firm, and he paused
an instant, before springing on to the floe. The sailors thought his
courage had failed at the last moment. But no! Polargno knew there
was no time to lose, and he required only this instant to see where
he could best strike the bear. There was no vital part at which he
could get a good stroke. All he could do at first was to divert the
bear’s attention from the sailor to himself.
He threw his hatchet straight at the side of the bear that was
exposed to him. It sank through the tough skin into the flesh, but the
wound was not a very severe one. The astonished animal turned,
and, seeing the boy who had now sprung upon the ice floe, not a
dozen yards from him, he made towards this new comer in a great
rage.
But Polargno was ready for him. He sprang aside, and quickly
struck his knife into the side of the bear. The animal fell, but was not
killed, and it tried to stagger up again; but, by this time, the sailor had
recovered his senses, for he had stood apparently stupefied when
the bear left him. He now came to the boy’s assistance, and,
together, they soon put an end to their formidable foe.
Polargno pulled off his hood, and waved it in the air, and shouted
“Hurrah!” This word and action he had learned from the sailors. By
this time the whole crew had come down from the ship, and they
also joyfully waved their hats, and shouted “Hurrah!”
But the two must be taken off the ice-floe before it went sailing out
into the sea. The pack of ice was, even now, moving faster, and gave
signs of breaking up. So a boat was got down from the ship as
speedily as possible, and some of the sailors, steering in and out of
the floating ice, went to their relief, and took them safely to the shore.
They intended to leave the carcass of the bear, but it went to
Polargno’s heart to see so much good meat wasted, and he begged
so hard for it, that the sailors waited long enough to tow it to shore,
though they were in a hurry to get back before the upper ice field
broke up.
You may wonder how the sailor and the bear got off on this ice-floe
together; as you, no doubt, feel sure they did not make an
appointment to meet there. The sailor told how he came there. It
happened this way: The day before, he had lost a small wallet,
containing some of his valuables, among the ice hummocks near the
shore. As soon as he discovered his loss he searched for the bag,
and his companions aided him. It could not be found, and, this day,
while the men were occupied in packing up the last of their effects,
he went out on the ice to look once more among the hummocks for
his wallet. He wandered some distance out, but the ice was solid and
firm. Suddenly he heard a noise like a sharp thunder clap, and the
next instant he was floating out into the open sea, with blocks of ice
swirling and tumbling about him in all directions. The ice had broken
loose, and there was no way for him to reach the shore. He called
and shouted, but his cries did not reach the ship, or the men in the
tent. He was afraid the floe he was on would go to pieces before he
could be rescued, and he knew it would be impossible for him to
swim through the masses of loose ice. His swift course was
fortunately arrested by the ice-pack, and he hoped there would be
time to rescue him before it was all swept away by the waves, as he
was sure he must soon be missed by his companions in the tent.
Just as he was comforting himself with this thought, he turned, and
saw a large polar bear sitting upon its haunches very near him, and
regarding him attentively.
As the polar bear is dead, and as he was not able to tell his own
story, either living or dead, in any language that we could
understand, I cannot inform you how he came to be sailing out to
sea on a cake of ice. But there he was, and greatly alarmed was the
sailor when he caught sight of him. He had the presence of mind,
however, not to make any sudden motion, and hoped by keeping
very still, to persuade the bear that he was only an inanimate object.
But the creature knew better than that. It is probable he had been
observing the sailor for some time, and the reason the man did not
notice the beast was because it was so nearly the color of the ice
hummocks. It soon crossed over to his ice-floe, and it was then that
the men in the tent first saw what had happened to their companion.
MATAMATA TURTLE.
How would you like this pretty creature for a pet? He can be
domesticated, and will stay with you very contentedly, if you put him
in a place where he can’t get away. If you leave an open gateway,
however, the chances are he will walk out of it some day, and return
no more. He does not go away because he is tired of being petted,
for he likes that; or because he does not like you, for perhaps, in his
heart, (if he has one) he is sorry to part from you. He goes simply
because he can. This restless disposition moves him to extend his
travels; and, no doubt, he intends to return at some future day. But
he never does.
If you have him in any place where he can do mischief you had
better keep an eye on him; otherwise he will be poking his long nose
into things that do not concern him in the least.
His two ends are not well balanced, his neck being so very long,
and his tail so very short! The fringe-like appendage hanging from
his neck gives it somewhat the appearance of a great centipede.
His small eyes have not a very intelligent expression, but our
matamata has quite sense enough to take very good care of himself.
His shell is really very pretty. It looks as if it were hung loosely
upon him for a canopy, and as if he might be just as well off without
it, especially as it must be somewhat heavy to carry around on all
occasions. But, if you consulted him upon the matter of removing it,
he would, at once, object. Probably he would draw his long neck
instantly within his shell, leaving not so much as the tip of his sharp
nose visible; then he would whisk in his ridiculous tail; and, lastly, in
would go his fat legs and feet; and there he would have as tight and
snug a house as possible.
Did you ever eat any turtles’ eggs? If not, I advise you to do so on
the first opportunity, for they are very good.
The turtles lay their eggs in the sand that the heat of the sun and
sand combined may hatch them at the proper time. As soon as they
are hatched the young turtles make their way to the water, where
they know how to provide their own living, without instruction. But, in
the warm countries, where turtles abound, it is a wonder that any
young ones manage to get out of their eggs.
For the eggs are esteemed such a luxury, that, as soon as the
laying season of the turtles is over, the natives turn out in great
numbers, and search the sands for eggs, which they collect by the
thousands, for sale, and for their own eating.
SEARCHING THE SAND FOR TURTLES’ EGGS.
It is at this laying season that the South American Indians capture
great numbers of turtles. The turtles come out of the water at night,
in crowds, for the purpose of depositing their eggs. They dig
trenches in the sand; and, having placed their eggs in these, and
covered them, they all make a grand rush back to the water. Then
the Indians, who are on the watch, run after them, seize as many as
they can get hold of by the tails, and throw them over on their backs.
In this position a turtle is helpless, and the Indians can easily kill
them.
The flesh is excellent food; but what the Indians chiefly desire to
possess is the fine yellow fat with which the turtles are well supplied.
From this fat the Indians manufacture a superior kind of oil, for which
they find a ready sale.
If these turtles were as large as some of the West Indian turtles
that have been brought to this country, the Indians would not have
an easy task in turning them over.
A FEW VOLCANOES.