"But, Heaven be praised! a whaler fetched off the survivor.

It was then that he got the bad fever though, so maybe he dreamt the worst." I felt great sympathy with Pat's evident disrelish for this tale, but the oldest and hairiest sailor seemed hardly to regard it as worth calling an adventure.

If you wanted to see ice that was ice, you should try the coast of Greenland, he said.

"Hartic Hexploration for choice, but seals or blubber took you pretty far up.

He remembered the Christmas he lost _them two_." (And cocking one leg over the other, he drew a worsted sock from his foot, and displayed the fact that his great toe and the one next to it were gone.) "They lost more than toes that time too.