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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Here! don't touch that, you fool!" shouted the captain to one of the hands, who was drinking from the scuttle-butt. "That water's rotten!" "Beg pardon, sir," replied the man. "Tastes quite sweet." "Let me see," returned Nares, and he took the dipper and held it to his lips. "Yes, it's all right," he said. "Must have rotted and come sweet again. Queer, isn't it, Mr. Dodd?
You refuse a favour, and you take the high horse at the same time; you disappoint him, and you rap him over the knuckles. It won't do, Mr. Dodd; no friendship can stand that. You must be as good as your friend, or as bad as your friend, or start on a fresh deal without him." "I don't see it!" said I. "You don't know Jim!" "Well, you WILL see," said Nares. "And now, here's another point.
If you're not back in ninety days, I tell you plainly, I'll make one of the biggest busts ever seen upon this coast; it's life or death for Mr. Dodd and me. As like as not, it'll come to grapples on the island; and when I heard your name last night and a blame' sight more this morning when I saw the eye you've got in your head I said, 'Nares is good enough for me!"
After landing the Governor on the opposite side, Captain Nares returned for me, and we rowed round the weird little lake.
A minute later, the American colours, which we had brought in the boat, replaced the English red, and PQH was fluttering at the fore. "Now, then," said Nares, who had watched the breaking out of his signal with the old-maidish particularity of an American sailor, "out with those handspikes, and let's see what water there is in the lagoon."
I'll try and work for him when I get to 'Frisco, I suppose; and I suppose I'll fail, and look on at his death, and kick myself: it can't be helped I'll fight it on this line." "I don't say as you're wrong," replied Nares, "and I'll be hanged if I know if you're right. It suits me, anyway.
'Why don't you clap? asked his sister, who, girl-like, was excited to warmth of cheek and brightness of eye by the enthusiasm about her. 'That kind of thing is out of date, replied the young man, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets. As Professor of Logic and Moral Philosophy, Dr Nares began the distribution of prizes.
Peak's part in the gossip was small, and when he smiled it was in a forced, anxious way, with brief raising of his eyes. For a moment only was the notice of a wider circle directed upon him when Dr Nares, moving past with a train of colloquial attendants, turned aside to repeat his praise of the young man's achievements in Philosophy: he bestowed a kindly shake of the hand, and moved on.
The highest note of humour was reached in the case of the Chinese cook, who was shipped under the name of "One Lung," to the sound of his own protests and the self-approving chuckles of the functionary. "Now, captain," said the latter, when the men were gone, and he had bundled up his papers, "the law requires you to carry a slop-chest and a chest of medicines." "I guess I know that," said Nares.
The waters of the lake empty at the extreme north-east angle through a channel not more than one hundred yards wide, which soon expands into what Schwatka called Lake Nares. Through this narrow channel there is quite a current, and more than 7 feet of water, as a 6 foot paddle and a foot of arm added to its length did not reach the bottom.
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