. Arctic researches, and life among the Esquimaux;. med proper for the oc-casion. These were succeeded by my reading portions of appro-priate exhortations from the Masonic Manual, after which Iread a prayer from the same excellent work. In this all seemeddeeply, solemnly interested. During these services the breezes of heaven were wafting us on—silently, yet speedily to the north. At a given signal from thecaptain, who was standing on my right, the man at the helm luff-ed the ship into the wind and deadened her headway. WilliamSterry and Robert Smith now stepped to the gangway, and hold-ing fi
. Arctic researches, and life among the Esquimaux;. med proper for the oc-casion. These were succeeded by my reading portions of appro-priate exhortations from the Masonic Manual, after which Iread a prayer from the same excellent work. In this all seemeddeeply, solemnly interested. During these services the breezes of heaven were wafting us on—silently, yet speedily to the north. At a given signal from thecaptain, who was standing on my right, the man at the helm luff-ed the ship into the wind and deadened her headway. WilliamSterry and Robert Smith now stepped to the gangway, and hold-ing firmly the plank on which was the shrouded dead—a shortpause, and down sank the mortal part of Kudlago, the noble Es-quimaux, into the deep grave — the abyss of the ocean ! Oh 42 ARCTIC RESEARCH EXPEDITION. what a scene! How solemn in its grandeur and its surround-ings! The Sabbath morning; a cloudless sky; the sua shiningin all its glory; the cold, dark blue ocean, its heaving bosomwhitened over, here and there, with high pinnacled bergs; the. BUBUX I KUDLAGO. lofty peaks of Greenlands icy mountains peering down from adistance in the east—these were some of the impressive featuresin the scene attending the burial of Kudlago at sea. An hour after the George Henry had been given to the leading KUD-LA-GOS MONUMENT. 43 wind, I turned my eyes back to the ocean grave of Kudlago—a snow-white monument ofmountain size, and of Godsown fashioning, was ffi/er it!The next event of anyimportance to record wasthe celebration of our glori-ous Fourth of July. Atthat time we were in Da-viss Straits, near a placecalled Suklcerloppen, inGreenland, under all sailfor Holsteinborg, and wehad been in great hopes tohave arrived during theday, but contrary windsand calms had preventedus. As it was, we did thebest we could, and triedto prove ourselves, as weknew all of us to be, truesons of our country. The day, commencing atthe turn of the midnighthour, was ushered in by cheers and firing of gu
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