532 MR. J. K. KANE'S NARRATIVE. 



seemed fables. The Danish doctor, too, arrived from 

 Fiskernaes, a very intelligent gentleman, and we talked 

 away bravely to him in bad Latin. He brought us a 

 present of reindeer-meat, a new dish for some of us, 

 tasting like a cross between Virginia mountain mutton 

 and our Pennsylvania red deer. 



But our stay in Lievely ended. The propeller got 

 up steam, and, taking our bark and the Danish brig 

 Marianne in tow, steamed out of the harbor. All the 

 inhabitants of the town were on the shore to see the 

 last of us. Our visit had been as memorable an incident 

 to them as to ourselves. Where ten dollars is a large 

 marriage dower, Jack's liberality of expenditure seemed 

 absolutely royal. There were moistened eyes among 

 them, for they are essentially kind-hearted ; and even 

 the roar of our cannon, in answer to the Danish salute, 

 though it resounded splendidly among the hills, was 

 scarcely heeded, as they stood, with folded arms, watch- 

 ing us disappear in the distance. We carried Mr. Olrik 

 quite out to sea before we bade him good-by ; and it 

 was not until the next morning that the Marianne cast 

 loose. 



"We reached home without any incident worthy 

 of note, except that the Esquimaux dogs we had on 

 board did nothing but howl during the whole voyage, 

 an amiable peculiarity, which still characterizes the 

 single specimen of which I am at present the happy 

 possessor. There he goes I hear him now.' 7 



The return of Hartstein with the survivors of Kane's 

 expedition closed for a time the record of the search for 

 Sir John Franklin. 



Never was there such a disastrous state of things in 

 the Arctic regions : six ships left in the ice ! The 

 Investigator at Mercy Bay, the Resolute and Intrepid 



