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If correct in my supposition, concerning our longitude at the time here alluded to, and allowing for what little progress we had been making in the Parki, there now remained some one hundred leagues to sail, ere the country we sought would be found. But for obvious reasons, how long precisely we might continue to float out of sight of land, it was impossible to say.
He bustled away to harness the dogs. The white men were staring up at the sky. "What's goin' on in heaven, Father? S'pose you call this the Aurora Borealis hey?" "Yes," said the priest; "and finer than we often get it. We are not far enough north for the great displays." He went in to put on his parki. Mac, after looking out, had shut the door and stayed behind with Kaviak.
He stoutly maintained that the hobgoblins must have had something or other to do with the Parki. My own curiosity satisfied with respect to the brigantine, Samoa himself turned inquisitor. He desired to know who we were; and whence we came in our marvelous boat.
Marvelous Annatoo! who shall expound thee? About this time, the loneliness of our voyage was relieved by an event worth relating. Ever since leaving the Pearl Shell Islands, the Parki had been followed by shoals of small fish, pleasantly enlivening the sea, and socially swimming by her side.
Or on the open road in the night: solemn again the mood of the doughboy as he recollects some of those lonely night rides. Here on his back in the hay of the little sled he reclines muffled in blankets and robes, his driver hidden in his great bearskin parki, or greatcoat, hidden all but his two piercing eyes, his nose and whiskers that turned up to shield his face.
To the Boy's surprise, while he and Muckluck were getting the food and presents together, the lively Ol' Chief so lately dying made off, in a fine new parki, on all fours, curious, no doubt, to watch the preparations without. But not a bit of it. The Ol' Chief's was a more intimate concern in the expedition.
The Colonel was on his legs in a flash, putting his head through his parki and drawing on his mucklucks. He didn't wait to cross and tie the thongs. A presentiment of evil was strong upon him. Outside in the faint star-light he thought a dim shape was passing down towards the river. "Who's that? Hi, there! Stop, or I'll shoot!" He hadn't brought his gun, but the ruse worked.
Shivering with cold, she crouched close to the fire, dressed, as he could see now, in her native clothes again, and it was her parki that had scorched was scorching still. "Me I " Smiling, she drew a stiff hand out of its mitten and held it over the reviving blaze, glancing towards the Colonel.
Standing at her vibrating helm, you feel her beating pulse. I have loved ships, as I have loved men. To abandon the poor Parki was like leaving to its fate something that could feel. It was meet that she should the decently and bravely. All this thought the Skyeman.
Besides, I thought we could buy furs up river; anyway, I'm warm enough." "No you are not," returned the priest smiling. "You must get a parki with a hood." "I've got an Arctic cap; it rolls down over my ears and goes all round my neck just leaves a little place in front for my eyes."
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