A VOYAGE AROUND THE ROOM 



cut roughly into the shape of a minnow. The hook 

 is simply a barbless piece of bent wire, fastened to 

 one end and roughly curved. The savage maker has 

 put two or three spots of metal on his lure, and 

 has even reeved through it two pieces of red wor- 

 sted, cut off on each side close to the surface. It is 

 a far more sportsmanlike proposition than our 

 wooden minnows with a dozen hooks in gangs hung 

 all over them. 



While fishing for the inconnu, or other fish of 

 his country, Mr. Eskimo stands on the edge of the 

 ice with a short stiff pole made, perhaps, of a piece 

 of ivory or a seal rib, a foot or so in length. His 

 line he has made of sinews or the like. He stands 

 and bobs his curious bait up and down, and when 

 he has a bite he snatches out his fish forthwith. 

 Sometimes his fish will weigh ten to twenty or thirty 

 pounds. His lure, which looks so simple to us, is 

 practical in his hands. So is his ivory-tipped har- 

 poon for hunting seal, and so is his shotgun for 

 hunting wild ducks. 



The latter is simply a half-dozen thongs tied to- 

 gether at one end, having ivory balls at the other. 

 Whirling this over his head, he casts it revolving 

 into a flock of flying birds, and in his hands it will 

 bring home the bacon. This contrivance is some- 

 thing like the bolas used by the South American 



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