. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. and, aftera yelping scramble, swallowing it at a gulp. I haveseen them attempt a whole feather bed; and here, thisvery morning, one of my Karsuk brutes has eaten uptwo entire birds-nests which I had just before gatheredfrom the rocks; feathers, filth, pebbles, and moss,—apeckful at the least. One was a perfect specimen ofthe nest of the tridactyl, the other of the big burgo-master. THE RECREANT DOGS. 65 When we reach a floe, or berg, or temporary har-bor, they start out in a body, neither voic
. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. and, aftera yelping scramble, swallowing it at a gulp. I haveseen them attempt a whole feather bed; and here, thisvery morning, one of my Karsuk brutes has eaten uptwo entire birds-nests which I had just before gatheredfrom the rocks; feathers, filth, pebbles, and moss,—apeckful at the least. One was a perfect specimen ofthe nest of the tridactyl, the other of the big burgo-master. THE RECREANT DOGS. 65 When we reach a floe, or berg, or temporary har-bor, they start out in a body, neither voice nor lashrestraining them, and scamper off like a drove of hogsin an Illinois oak-opening. Two of our largest leftthemselves behind at Fog Inlet, and we had to sendoff a boat party to-day to their rescue. It cost a pullthrough ice and water of about eight miles before theyfound the recreants, fat and saucy, beside the carcassof the dead narwhal. After more than an hour spentin attempts to catch them, one was tied and broughton board; but the other suicidal scamp had to be leftto his fate. (^^^. DEGRADED BERG. Vol. I.—5 CHAPTER Vn. THE ERIC ON A BERG — GODSEND LEDGE — HOLDING ON — ADRIFT — SCUDDING — TOWED BY A BERG UNDER THE CLIFFS — NIPPING3 — AGROUND — ICE PRESSURE AT REST. August 16, Tuesday.—The formation of the joiingice seems to be retarded by the clouds: its greatestnightly freezing has been three-quarters of an I have no doubt, if we had continued till now inour little Refuge Harbor, the winter would have closedaround us, without a single resource or chance forescape. Where we are now, I cannot help thinkingour embargo must be temporary. Ahead of us to thenortheast is the projecting headland, which terminatesthe long shallow curve of Bedevilled Reach. Thisserves as a lee to the northerly drift, and forms aIjight into which the south winds force the ice. Theheavy floes and bergs that are aground outside of ushave encroached upon the lighte
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