CHAPTER VIII. 
“How shall I admire your heroicke courage, ye marine worthies, 
heyond all names of worthiness, that neyther dread so long presence 
or absence of ye sunne ; nor those foggy mysts, tempestuous winds, 
cold blasts, snowes and hayle in the ayre ; nor the inequall seas, which 
might amaze the hearer and amate the beholder—where the Tritons and 
Neptune’s selfe would quake with chilling feare to behold such monstrous 
icie ilands, renting themselves with terrour of their own massiness, and 
disdayning otherwise both the sea’s sovereigntie, and the sunne’s hottest 
violence, mustering themselves in those watery plaines where they hold a 
continual civill warre, and rushing one upon another, make windes and 
crashing and splitting their congealed armours.”— Purchas his Pilgrims. 
For the next two days we devote ourselves to 
stalking the reindeer. We can see them from the ship, 
but the ground is totally unsuited for our purpose. 
There is not a trace of shelter to conceal ourselves in 
approaching the herd. Driven as it has been for some 
time by the Norwegians, who have made them wild by 
constantly shooting them down—in fact, the Norwe¬ 
gians consider our going after deer as an intrusion, 
and this fact adds to our chagrin, when w r e return 
empty-handed to our ship. The third day we haul 
the schooner at high water on to the beach; as the tide 
recedes we search for the wound in her side, and we 
seek in vain. Her injury is quite incurable. Had 
