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Title: A voyage to the arctic in the whaler Aurora
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Lindsay, David Moore, 1862-
Subjects: Aurora (Ship) Whaling
Publisher: Boston : Dana Estes & Co.
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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oot first was dieadful. I dare say we picked upfifteen or twenty seals. This was a sad Sundaybecause of the death of our canary. I was in thecabin when Jack, the steward, discovered the fact.He iimnediately took the seed box out of the cageto the pantry, filled it and brought it back. Cap-tain Fairweather came down shortly after tobreakfast and immediately noticed the absence ofthe bird, as it was always hopping about and ma-king a noise. Jack was called. A look of surprisecame over his face when asked about the canaryand he innnediately climbed on to the seat and,looking into the cage, said, with tears in his eyes,* Oh, Sir, the poor wee bird is deid; adding, ashe pulled out the drawer, Well, it is not for wantof plenty to eat. I dont think for a moment thatthe bird died of starvation, but Jack wanted tosimplify the post-mortem inquiry by eliminatingthat possibility. Our steward was a remarkableman and eminently qualified by nature for hisposition. He could produce a look of absolute
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IN THE WHALER AURORA 63 innocence or of sympathy at a moments notice;his suaviter in modo would have fitted him for thediplomatic service; and as a dreamer he was with-out a peer. There is a great knack about dreaming. Tomake a reputation and keep it up even on awhaler requires the judgment of a Delphic priest. It was the presence of Jack, the steward, thatgave the atmosphere of a home to the Aurorascabin and we all liked him. April 7th. I saw a most interesting thing to-day. It was an old dog hood; to call it CystophoraCristata might give the describer some relief; butit would convey no idea of this angry-looking crea-ture as he reared up and gazed at us. How we allresisted firing until he had exhibited himself, Idont know; but when he was looking perfectlyterrible and fifty yards away, a dozen copper-nosedbullets found their billets about his head and neck.He was 7% feet long and a tremendous size aroundthe shoulders. The bag on his head, when fully dis-tended, must have stood eight

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