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ARCTIC VOYAGERS. 
“ Mount Raleigh, named hy sturdy old John Davis 
‘ a brave mount, the cliffes whereof were as orient as 
golde,’ shows itself still, not so glittering as he saw 
it two hundred and sixty-five years ago, but a ‘ brave 
mount’ notwithstanding. No Christian eyes have 
ever gazed in May time on its ice-defended slope, ex- 
cept our own. Yet there it stands, as imperishable as 
the name it hears. 
“ I could fill my journal with the little histories of 
this very shore. The Cape of God’s Mercy is ahead 
of us to the west, as it was ahead of the man who 
named it. The meta incognita, further on, is still 
as unknown as in the days of Frobisher. We have 
passed, hy the inevitable coercion of ice, from the 
highest regions of Arctic exploration, the lands of 
Parry, and Ross, and Franklin, to the lowest, the seats 
of the early search for Cathay, the lands of Cabot, 
and Davis, and Baffin, the graves of Cortereal, and 
Gilbert, and Hudson — all seekers after shadows. Men 
still seek Cathay.” 
