A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . landvalleys. Perhaps it is only the unusual sight of meadows,trees, and flowers, after the barren sea, and still more bar^ren lands we have been accustomed to, that invests thisneighborhood with such a smiling character. Be that asit may, the change has been too grateful not to have madeus seriously reflect on our condition ; and we have at lastdetermined that not even the envious ocean shall for thefuture cut us oif from the pleasures of a
A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . landvalleys. Perhaps it is only the unusual sight of meadows,trees, and flowers, after the barren sea, and still more bar^ren lands we have been accustomed to, that invests thisneighborhood with such a smiling character. Be that asit may, the change has been too grateful not to have madeus seriously reflect on our condition ; and we have at lastdetermined that not even the envious ocean shall for thefuture cut us oif from the pleasures of a shepherd , the boatswain is no longer to be the onlyswain on board ! We have purchased an ancient goat—ananny-goat—so we may be able to go a-milking upon oc-casion. Mr. Webster, late of her Majestys Foot-guards,carpenter, etc., takes brevet-rank as dairy-maid ; and ourvenerable passenger is at this moment being inducted intoa sumptuous barrel ^ which I have had fitted up for her re- 1 The cask in question was bought in order to be rigged up event-ually into a crows-nest, as soon as we should again find ourselvesamong the ice. 162. X.] A LAPP LADY. 165 ception abaft the binnacle. A spacious meadow of sweet-scented hay has been laid down in a neighboring cornerfor her further accommodation ; and the Doctor is tuningup his flageolet, in order to complete the bucolic characterof the scene. The only personage amongst us at all dis-concerted by these arrangements is the little white foxwhich has come with us from Iceland. Whether he con-siders the admission on board of so domestic an animal tobe a reflection on his own wild Viking habits, I cannotsay j but there is no impertinence—even to the nibbling ofher beard when she is asleep—of which he is not guiltytowards the poor old thing, who passes the greater part ofher mornings in gravely butting at her irreverent tor-mentor. But I must relate our last weeks proceeding in a moreorderly manner. As soon as the anch
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