64 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
It was just on midnight. 
Of all the depressing partings I have ever had to get 
through this was the worst. 
One by one the sailors came and shook hands with us 
as with doomed men. I rallied the mate on this glum 
proceeding with ‘Nonsense; you wouldn't mind coming, 
would you?’ ‘Now, sir, look here,’ was the mate’s 
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reply, ‘I wouldn’t pass a month on that there island, not 
for a thousand pounds—there, not if you was to give me 
the Saxon. Then he shook Hyland by the hand, 
slowly and lingeringly, and uttering words I could not 
catch. But Hyland told me what he said. 
It was, ‘Well, good-bye, good-bye for ever. I shall 
never see you again.’ 
Poor good fellows, they meant it well enough—and I 
am sure their hearts were right. But I was very angry 
at the time; it seemed so disproportioned to the very 
