MYNHERR HOLMENGREEN. 239 



and got close to Black Point about 10 A. M. on the 

 29th. We found great quantities of ice had come 

 down, and long lines of it stretched far away to the 

 south of us. 



Near Black Point we recognized Danielsen's 

 schooner, and another small vessel from Bergen, 

 commanded by one Mynherr Holmengreen. They 

 were both at anchor, in shelter of an island to 

 leeward of the ice ; and as it was blowing much 

 too hard for boat work, we dropped anchor beside 

 them. 



Mynherr Danielsen, probably observing the long 

 rows of fat quarters of venison hung up in our 

 rigging, honored us with an immediate call. He 

 said his vessel, with Holmengreen's and our two, 

 were now the only remaining ships in the Spitz- 

 bergen seas. He had been looking for walruses on 

 the Thousand Islands for ten days past; but had 

 got nothing except one of our dead ones. The 

 Bergen schooner had found a herd of several hund- 

 reds on one of these islands ; but the men most in- 

 discreetly attacked them to windward, and the wal- 

 ruses taking the alarm, all rushed into the sea. 

 This must have been the more provoking for the 

 unlucky schooner, as they had only killed fifteen all 

 summer. 



Mr. Holmengreen also called to pay his respects 

 to us — or our venison; and we were much sur- 

 prised to find him a stout, well-dressed, benevo- 

 lent-looking, elderly party in a brown wig ! Alto- 



