Through Arctic Lapland . ed later,when every ounce of steam and every inch of canvasmight be wanted in the fierce wrestle with the Polarice. In Vardo it might be repaired. Inside Vardo harbour walls, then, to a mooring wecame, and the smells of the place closed round us andtook possession. Bobbling about on the harbourswell around us were some two hundred vessels ofstrange Northern rig, and almost all connected withthe trade in fish. There is no agriculture in thistown perched on the northern outskirts of the con-tinent ; there are no trees to make a timber business;there are no metals or fuel
Through Arctic Lapland . ed later,when every ounce of steam and every inch of canvasmight be wanted in the fierce wrestle with the Polarice. In Vardo it might be repaired. Inside Vardo harbour walls, then, to a mooring wecame, and the smells of the place closed round us andtook possession. Bobbling about on the harbourswell around us were some two hundred vessels ofstrange Northern rig, and almost all connected withthe trade in fish. There is no agriculture in thistown perched on the northern outskirts of the con-tinent ; there are no trees to make a timber business;there are no metals or fuels to dig from the earth;there are no inducements to weave or carry on anyof the manufactures of a more gentle clime. The seais the only field which yields the Vardo man aharvest, and from the sea he reaps it with unremit-ting industry. Finns, Russians, Norwegians, Samo-yedes, Lapps, all join in the work and bring theircatch, in clumsy yots, and square-sailed viking boats,and the other weird unhandy craft of the North, in.
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