THE RECREANT DOGS. 
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“ When we reach a floe, or berg, or temporary har¬ 
bor, they start out in a body, neither voice nor lash 
restraining them, and scamper off like a drove of hogs 
in an Illinois oak-opening. Two of our largest left 
themselves behind at Fog Inlet, and we had to send 
off a boat party to-day to their rescue. It cost a pull 
through ice and water of about eight miles before they 
found the recreants, fat and saucy, beside the carcass 
of the dead narwhal. After more than an hour spent 
in attempts to catch them, one was tied and brought 
on board; but the other suicidal scamp had to be left 
to his fate.” (u) 
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DEGRADED BERG. 
Vol. I.—5 
