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Boscawen, and her elder sister Mrs. Lewson, who was likewise there; Lady Lucan, Lady Clermont, and others of note both for their station and understandings. Among the gentlemen were Lord Althorpe, whom I have before named, Lord Macartney, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Lord Lucan, Mr. Wraxal, whose book you have probably seen, The Tour to the Northern Parts of Europe; a very agreeable ingenious man; Dr.
"He had us hauled up before him guess the other man had to tell him who we were and when I wouldn't answer he slashed me with a sled-dog-whip across the face." Lewson clenched a lean brown fist. "Yes," he added, hoarsely, "I was whipped but they should have tied my hands first. It was not my fault I didn't have that man's life.
Boscawen, and her elder sister Mrs. Lewson, who was likewise there; Lady Lucan , Lady Clermont, and others of note both for their station and understandings. Among the gentlemen were Lord Althorpe, whom I have before named, Lord Macartney, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Lord Lucan, Mr. Wraxal , whose book you have probably seen, The Tour to the Northern Parts of Europe; a very agreeable ingenious man; Dr.
"Well," said Lewson, "there isn't much more to it. We hung about the beach awhile, and then went north before the winter. Jake played out on the trail. By and bye he had to let up, and in a day or two I buried him." He spread his hands out, and his voice grew hoarse. "After that it didn't seem to matter what became of me, but I kept the trail somehow, and found I couldn't stay up yonder.
Overweg looked up sharply. "Ah," he commented, "Smirnoff. A man with an unsavory name. I have heard of him." "Anyway," Lewson went on, "we killed seals all the open season with that Russian, and I've no fault to find with him.
"Well," said Lewson, "there isn't much more to it. We hung about the beach a while, and then went north before the winter. Jake played out on the trail. By and by he had to let up, and in a day or two I buried him." His voice grew hoarse. "After that it didn't seem to matter what became of me, but I kept the trail somehow, and found I couldn't stay up yonder.
"Something seemed to tell me that you would come for us when you could." Wyllard's face flushed, but he made no answer, and it was Charly who asked the next question: "The others are dead?" Lewson made an expressive gesture. "Hopkins was drowned in a crevice of the ice. I buried Leslie back yonder." He broke off abruptly, as though speech cost him an effort, and Wyllard turned to Overweg.
"Lewson Tom Lewson," he said. Then Charly thrust the man inside the tent, and when somebody lighted a lamp he sat down stupidly and looked at them. His face was gaunt and furrowed, and almost blackened by exposure to the frost, his hair was long, and tattered garments of greasy skins hung about him. There was also something that suggested bewildered incredulity in his eyes.
What Lewson had had to face in the awful icy wastes to the north of them Wyllard could scarcely imagine, and Lewson could not tell, but he and his two other comrades had borne things almost beyond endurance since he commenced his search, and now there was far too much at stake for him to increase the odds against them by any undue precipitancy.
Then Lewson went on again. "Food was scarce that season, and we got most nothing in the traps," he said. "Besides, there were Russians out prospecting, and that headed us off. We figured that some of the Kamtchadales who traded skins to the settlements would put them on our trail.
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