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Title: Cast away in the cold : an old man's story of a young man's adventures, as related by Captain John Hardy, mariner
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Hayes, I. I. (Isaac Israel), 1832-1881
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Publisher: Boston : Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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they could go, all the other teamsfollowing after, pell-mell; and, when they reached the hole, itwas all the hunters could do, by whipping and shouting andscolding, to keep the teams from coming atop of each other,and getting into a snarl. Once this happened with two of theteams. The dogs all became tangled in each others traces,the sledges got locked together, and the animals fell to fight-ing, one team against the other, in a most vicious manner, CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. 229 This was such a novel mode of travelUng that we enjoyedit immensely, even although it was pretty cold and the journeywas very long. It seemed strange to us to be thus wandering,without chart or compass, over the great ice-desert on the sea ;for all around us was nothing but a great plain of whiteness,jnly broken here and there by an iceberg, which glittered Hkea great diamond in the bright sunshine. We must have gone at least sixty or seventy miles beforewe made a single halt; and then we came to the village where
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The Children of the Frozen Sea. these savages lived. It was not on the land, but out on thefrozen sea over which we had travelled. As we approached, 230 CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. the dogs ran very fast. Igloo^ igloo ! exclaimed the savages,pointing, when we neared the village. As we had alreadylearned that igloo meant hut, in their language, we were muchrejoiced ; for we were very tired with the long journey, andcold besides. But still we fell to wondering what sort of placethis was we were coming to, and what strange sight we werenext going to see. Old Grim drove his sledge close up along side of Eatums,trying to pass; and we went into the village with a perfectrush, — the men shouting, the dogs barking, and everythingin an uproar generally. While this race between Old Grim and Eatum was goingon, the Dean and I were for a few moments side by side, andnear together. The Dean called out to me, Hardy, this dontseem real, does it t These aint dogs, they are wolves ; theseaint men, they re

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