Ten months among the tents of the Tuski, with incidents of an Arctic boat expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, as far as the Mackenzie River, and Cape Bathurst . The ingredients for tattooing are tzow-gwit-zow,red ochre; toong-e-rillery, black-lead, and some kind ofblue like indigo ; but this last I never saw, and do notknow whether it is an indigenous or acquired article. Some of the Plovers men were, as is commonamong sailors, very much tattooed about the armsand breast, and the natives having once discoveredthese barbaric tokens never tired of inspecting them:the curious and in many i
Ten months among the tents of the Tuski, with incidents of an Arctic boat expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, as far as the Mackenzie River, and Cape Bathurst . The ingredients for tattooing are tzow-gwit-zow,red ochre; toong-e-rillery, black-lead, and some kind ofblue like indigo ; but this last I never saw, and do notknow whether it is an indigenous or acquired article. Some of the Plovers men were, as is commonamong sailors, very much tattooed about the armsand breast, and the natives having once discoveredthese barbaric tokens never tired of inspecting them:the curious and in many instances unique devices dis-played, greatly excited their wonder and admiration ;those of us who had not availed ourselves of thispeculiar branch of art were subjected to many queriesas to the reasons for the omission. We were now within a short distance of the villagecalled Lorenne, to which our instructions had defini-tively pointed as the probable goal of our efforts, for /l/ TI^Ml^. MKMENTO JtOTlI. A SAILOR S GRAVE. 151 at the time those orders were written it was conjec-tured that this was East Cape; but both Martinand myself were now of decided opinion that aconsiderable distance yet lay between us and thatpromontory, which, however, we were determined ifpossible to reach or get sight of. The morning of the 22 nd saw us on the road toLorenne, whose principal man, Belconta by name,met us about halfway, and returned with us to hisvillage. At the distance of about six miles fromLorenne, we came to a rude cross of wood which, asmay well be imagined, engrossed all our attentionfor the time. Halting, we examined it with scrupu-lous care, and I think I know nearly every turn ofthe grain. I made a careful sketch of it, copying theRussian inscription with particular attention, andnow present it to my readers in forma elicited that a man lay buried beneath thissimple monument, one of the crew of a ship whichhad visited here ; thejigfigures, 1821, on the w
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