CHAPTIER I 
PETERHEAD TO BERGEN 
June 2nd.—Sometimes those whom chance has taken 
to Peterhead have little enthusiasm to spare for it asa 
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 gear 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 
ESKIMO FIGURE-HEAD OF THE WHALER 
‘ENDEAVOUR’ 
is pleasant to sail in, with the sea as clear as diamond 
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