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own country. The Faith was lowered for the last 
time into the water, and the little flag which had 
floated so near the poles of both hemispheres opened 
once more to the breeze. With Brooks at the tiller 
and Mr. Olrik at my side, followed by all the boats of 
the settlement, we went out to meet them. 
Not even after the death of the usuk did our men 
lay to their oars more heartily. We neared the squad¬ 
ron and the gallant men that had come out to seek us; 
we could see the scars which their own ice-battles had 
impressed on the vessels; we knew the gold lace of 
the officers’ cap-bands, and discerned the groups who, 
glass in hand, were evidently regarding us. 
Presently we were alongside. An officer, whom I 
shall ever remember as a cherished friend, Captain 
Hartstene, hailed a little man in a ragged flannel shirt, 
“ Is that Dr. Kane V and with the “ Yes!” that fol¬ 
lowed, the rigging was manned by our countrymen, 
and cheers welcomed us back to the social world of 
love which they represented. 
THE FAITH, NOW AT THE BROOKLYN NAVY-YARD. 
