"To the ocean now I fly
And those Norland climes that lie
Where Day never shuts his eye."
"And nought around, howe'er so bright,
Could win his stay, or stop his flight
From where he saw the pole-star's light
Shine o'er the north."
It was no wonder that, with the snow lying deep around our dwelling, and
the storm-wind rattling our windows of a night, and howling and
"howthering" around the chimnies, both Frank's thoughts and my own
should be carried away to the wild regions of the Pole, where both of us
had spent some years of our lives; or that I should have been asked one
night to relate some of my experiences of Greenland seas and their
strange animal inhabitants, seals and bears among the rest.