Raed and I were below making a sort of map of the straits, looking over the charts, etc., when Kit came running down.
"There's a sea-horse off here on the island!" said he.
"A sea-horse!" exclaimed Raed.
"A walrus!" I cried; for we had not, thus far, got sight of one of these creatures, though we had expected to find them in numbers throughout the straits.

But, so far as our observation goes, they are very rare there.
Taking our glasses, we ran hastily up.

Wade was looking off.
"Out there where the ice is jammed in against this lower end of the island," directed Kit.
The distance was about a mile.
"Don't you see that great black _bunch_ lying among the ice there ?" continued he.

"See his white tusks!" Bringing our keen little telescopes to bear, we soon had him _up under our noses_,--a great, dark-hided, clumsy beast, with a hideous countenance and white tusks; not so big as an elephant's, to be sure, but big enough to give their possessor a very formidable appearance.
"Seems to be taking his ease there," said Wade.

"Same creature that the old writers call a _morse_, isn't it ?" "I believe so," replied Raed.
"Wonder if our proper name, _Morse_, is from that ?" said I.
"Shouldn't wonder," said Kit.