NINE MONTHS IN THE ARCTIC. 79 



Preparations were made on the coming day 

 for another traveling-exploring expedition, in 

 which all were to be included as one company. 

 The grand purpose we now had in view was to 

 find a passage to East Cape, or to fall in with 

 the huts or settlements of the natives. 



Before leaving, however, a grave question arose 

 as to what should be done with the live hog, 

 which had thus far shared with us in our deliv- 

 erance from the wreck, and from his general de- 

 portment seemed to realize his forlorn condition. 



This was a " pet hog " among the seamen ; he 

 knew his name, and appeared to have more than 

 ordinary intelligence ; at least, this was his repu- 

 tation on board of the ship. His weight was 

 not far from twelve score. He was washed from 

 the deck at the time it was broken up by the sea, 

 and discovered, by Mr. Fisher, floating about in 

 the surf, and supposed to be dead. He went to 

 him, and struck a smart blow upon his back, and 

 said to him, " Jack, what are you doing here ? " 

 He immediately gave a grunt or two, started 

 upon his feet, and struggled for the shore. He 

 went with us to the tent, and made that his 

 home. He would frequently wander forth some 

 distance from the tent, apparently ruminating 

 upon the sad state of things ; and after a while 

 he would return and take up his position at the 



