lion, rolls his eyes, heaves his whole body, now crouching as if had no neck and had been suddenly foreshortened, then stretching aloft like a crane in Jack-in-the-box rapidity. We told our interpreter to tell him that we thought him a good man, and therefore were afraid he would break his jaws in speaking so much, which slightly disconcerted him for a moment. He soon got under way again, however, and heaved his eloquence and his body like waves withdrawing to advance and break again with gathered force. The chief man of the second arrival has a flock of reindeer one sleep – a day’s journey – from Plover Bay. He indicated the position of his flock on a map we showed him. When we asked how many he had, he with all who heard the question...