CHAPTER I 



PETERHEAD TO BERGEN 



June 2nd. — Sometimes those whom chance has taken 

 to Peterhead have little enthusiasm to spare for it as a 

 bleak, uncompromising north Scotch town. But I like 

 it. 



I like the fine whaling men who hang about the 

 harbour, with their 

 queer old memories 

 of Davis Straits. I 

 like the whalers them- 

 selves, or what is left 

 of them, with the 

 crow's nest and the 

 whaling- o-ear and the 



quaint figure - heads. 

 I like to lie low and 

 take in all the jang- 

 ling picture at the fish 

 sales on the quay when 

 the boats come in with 

 the cod. The bay too 

 is pleasant to sail in, with the sea as clear as diamond 



■- " - ' Jl " .;mw 





ESKIMO FIGURE-HEAD OF THE WHALER 

 'ENDEAVOUR' 



