Their whole system of life is abject in the extreme. Although provided

with fires, their food is eaten raw; and a fish taken from the water

will be swallowed upon the instant,—almost before the life is gone out

of it. Seal and penguin flesh are devoured in the same manner; and the

blubber of the whale is also a raw repast. When one of these is found

dead upon the beach,—for they have neither the skill nor courage to

capture the whale,—the lucky accident brings a season of rejoicing A

fleet of canoes—if it is to be reached only by water—at once paddle

towards the place; or, if it be an overland journey, the whole

community—man, woman, and child—start forth on foot. In an hour or two

they may be seen returning to their hut-village, each with a large

“flitch” of blubber flapping over the shoulders, and the head just

appearing above, through a hole cut in the centre of the piece,—just as

a Mexican ranchero wears his “serape,” or a denizen of the Pampas his

woollen “poncho.” A feast follows this singular procession.

Like the Esquimaux of the north, the Fuegian is very skilful in

capturing the seal. His mode of capturing this creature, however, is

very different from that employed by the “sealer” of the Arctic Seas;

and consists simply in stealing as near as possible in his canoe, when

he sees the animal asleep upon the surface, and striking it with a

javelin,—which he throws with an unerring aim.

We have already observed that the principal subsistence of the Fuegian

is supplied by the sea; and shell-fish forms the most important item of

his food. These are muscles, limpets, oysters, and other kinds of

shell-fish, and so many are annually consumed by a single family, that

an immense heap of the shells may be seen not only in front of every

hut, but all along the coast of the islands, above high-water

mark,—wherever a tribe has made its temporary sojourn.

There is a singular fact connected with these conglomerations of shells,

which appears to have escaped the observations of the Magellanic

voyagers. It is not by mere accident they are thus collected in piles.

There is a certain amount of superstition in the matter. The Fuegian

believes that, were the shells scattered negligently about, ill-luck

would follow; and, above all, if the emptied ones were thrown back into

the sea: since this would be a warning of destruction that would

frighten the living bivalves in their “beds,” and drive them away from

the coast! Hence it is that the shell-heaps are so carefully kept

together.

In collecting these shell-fish, the women are the chief laborers. They

do not always gather them from the rocks, after the tide has gone out;

though that is the usual time. But there are some species not found in

shallow water, and therefore only to be obtained by diving to the bottom

after them. Of this kind is a species of _echinus_, or “sea-urchin,” of

the shape of an orange, and about twice the bulk of one,—the whole

outside surface being thickly set with spines, or protuberances. These

curious shell-fish are called “sea-eggs” by the sailor navigators; and

constitute an important article of the food of the Fuegian. It is often

necessary to dive for them to a great depth; and this is done by the

Fuegian women, who are as expert in plunging as the pearl-divers of

California or the Indian seas.

Fish is another article of Fuegian diet; and many kinds are captured

upon their coasts, some of excellent quality. They sometimes obtain the

fish by shooting them with their arrows, or striking them with a dart;

but they have a mode of catching the finny creatures, which is

altogether peculiar: that is to say, _hunting them with dogs_! The

Fuegians possess a breed of small fox-like dogs, mean, wretched looking

curs, usually on the very verge of starvation,—since their owners take

not the slightest care of them, and hardly ever trouble themselves about

feeding them. Notwithstanding this neglect, the Fuegian dogs are not

without certain good qualities; and become important auxiliaries to the

Fuegian fisherman. They are trained to pursue the fish through the

water, and drive them into a net, or some enclosed creek or inlet,

shallow enough for them to be shot with the arrow. In doing this the

dogs dive to the bottom; and follow the fish to and fro, as if they were

amphibious carnivora, like the seals and otters. For this useful service

the poor brutes receive a very inadequate reward,—getting only the bones

as their portion. They would undoubtedly starve, were it not that, being

left to shift for themselves, they have learnt how to procure their own

food; and understand how to catch a fish now and then _on their own

account_. Their principal food, however, consists in shell-fish, which

they find along the shores, with polypi, and such other animal

substances as the sea leaves uncovered upon the beach after the tide has

retired. A certain kind of sea-weed also furnishes them with an

occasional meal, as it does their masters,—often as hungry and starving

as themselves.

In his personal habits no human being is more filthy than the Fuegian.

He never uses water for washing purposes; nor cleans the dirt from his

skin in any way. He has no more idea of putting water to such use, than

he has of drowning himself in it; and in respect to cleanliness, he is

not only below most other savages, but below the brutes themselves:

since even these are taught cleanliness by instinct. But no such

instinct exists in the mind of the Fuegian; and he lives in the midst of

filth. The smell of his body can be perceived at a considerable

distance; and Hotspur’s fop might have had reasonable grounds of

complaint, had it been a Fuegian who came between the “wind and his

nobility.” To use the pithy language of one of the old navigators, “The

Fuegian stinks like a fox.”

Fairly examined, then, in all his bearings,—fairly judged by his habits

and actions,—the Fuegian may claim the credit of being the most wretched

of our race.

THE END.

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