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At the foot of the steps of the veranda he paused, and as Bennett made a movement turned in his direction and said: "Is this Dr. Pitts's house?" Bennett's reply was drowned in the clamour of the dog, but the other seemed to understand, for he answered: "I'm looking for Mr. Ferriss Richard Ferriss, of the Freja; they told me he was brought here."
My name is Harriet Campbell, and my papa is Craig V. Campbell, of the Hercules Wrought Steel Company in the City. Won't you have a chair?" The little convalescent and the arctic explorer shook hands with great solemnity. "I'm so pleased to meet you," said Bennett. "I haven't a card, but my name is Ward Bennett of the Freja expedition," he added.
Lloyd learned how the ship had been "nipped;" how, after inconceivable toil, the members of the expedition had gained the land; how they had marched southward toward the Chuckch settlements; how, at the eleventh hour, the survivors, exhausted and starving, had been rescued by the steam whalers; how these whalers themselves had been caught in the ice, and how the survivors of the Freja had been obliged to spend another winter in the Arctic.
Disregarding the man's warning, she went up to the stranger, whistling and holding out her hand, and he came up to her a little suspiciously at first, but in the end wagging his tail, willing to be friendly. Lloyd parted the thick fur around his neck and turned the plate of the collar to the light. On the plate was engraved: "Kamiska, Arctic S.S. 'Freja. Return to Ward Bennett."
Ferriss, the chief engineer, whose left hand has been badly frostbitten. No scurvy in the party as yet. We have eighteen Ostiak dogs with us in prime condition, and expect to drag our ship's boat upon sledges. "WARD BENNETT, Commanding Freja Arctic Exploring Expedition."
In the strange and gloomy half-light that filled the tent these survivors of the Freja looked less like men than beasts. Their hair and beards were long, and seemed one with the fur covering of their bodies. Their faces were absolutely black with dirt, and their limbs were monstrously distended and fat fat as things bloated and swollen are fat.
She came upon him polishing the brasses upon the door of the house, or binding strips of burlaps and sacking about the rose-bushes in the garden, or returning from the village post-office with the mail, invariably wearing the same woollen cap, the old pea-jacket, and the jersey with the name "Freja" upon the breast.
He too returns, after a long period, but he brings with him the fatal gift of his Northern bride a hand of ice. He may be strong and brave still, as he was when he went away; but he is no longer the peerless and envied warrior. Men look upon him with a ghostly shudder, and women shrink back from his chilling presence. Not even Freja can thaw away all the ice that has gathered in his veins.
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