I have a horror of starting off inland, though." A very reasonable horror, I considered it.

Any thing but toiling over sterile mountains, for me.
We sat there for a long time looking off, pondering the situation.
Suddenly my eye caught on a tiny brown speck far to the northward.

I watched it a moment, then spoke to Kit.

He took out his glass and looked.
"That's some sort of a boat," he said at length.

"Brown sail! That's a Husky boat, I reckon,--an _oomiak_." I took the glass.