THE FARE W E L L. 
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I made my last visit to Etah while we were waiting 
the issue of the storm. I saw old Kresuk (Drift-wood) 
the blind man, and listened to his long good-bye talk. 
I had passed with the Esquimaux as an angekok, in 
virtue of some simple exploits of natural magic; and 
it was one of the regular old-times entertainments of 
our visitors at the brig, to see my hand terrible with 
blazing ether, while it lifted nails with a magnet. I 
tried now to communicate a portion of my wonder¬ 
working talent. I made a lens of ice before them, and 
“drew down the sun,” so as to light the moss under 
their kolupsut. I did not quite understand old Kresuk, 
and I was not quite sure he understood himself. But 
I trusted to the others to explain to him what I had 
done, and bunted the back of his hand for a testimony 
in the most friendly manner. After all which, with a 
reputation for wisdom which I dare say will live in 
their short annals, I wended my way to the brig again. 
We renewed our queries about Hans, but could get 
no further news of him. The last story is, that the 
poor boy and his better half were seen leaving Peter- 
avik, “the halting-place,” in company with Shang-hu 
and one of his big sons. Lover as he was, and nalegak 
by the all-hail hereafter, joy go with him, for he was 
a right good fellow. 
AVe had quite a scene, distributing our last presents. 
My amputating-knives, the great gift ol all, went to 
Metek and Nessark; but every one had something as 
his special prize. Our dogs went to the community at 
large, as tenants in common, except Toodla-mik and 
