AN ARCTIC NEGRO. 
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history of one of the men belonging to the ship I 
succoured in the Arctic Regions, the ‘ Investigatorhe 
was a negro, but, be it remembered, born in Canada, 
a part of the world cold enough, in all conscience. My 
attention was at first attracted to him by observing 
that he had lost some of his fingers; and, on making 
inquiries, I found that he was minus some toes also, 
on account of frost-bites, which he had been too apa¬ 
thetic to treat in the proper manner. When the ‘ Inves¬ 
tigator ’ was abandoned, and the crew turned their steps 
towards H.M.S. ‘Resolute,’ from which I had started 
to find them, this man, though in the best of spirits at 
the relief which I had been so happy as to bring to 
himself and shipmates, was always the first to give in. 
This tendency had been observed in him on round¬ 
ing Cape Horn, with ice in sight; but in hot weather 
no better working man could be found, and it was only 
on a fall of the temperature that heart and strength 
seemed to fail him. He was as fine a specimen of 
humanity as could be seen,—six feet high, and of 
excellent proportions, with the strength of a giant. 
No doubt similar observations have been made, by 
those capable of judging, on the negroes born in 
the Northern States of America; I have myself re¬ 
marked the blue, pinched-up, and utterly languid 
state of the darkies of Washington in January, and 
their jubilant carriage in the summer months, showing 
that, no matter under what clime men may be born, 
their race-attributes must crop out. 
A hint to the above effect might be useful to the 
politicians of the United States during election time; 
