THE WORLD OF ICE. 245

“Stop, ye varmint. Come to an anchor,” said he.
“Ts that a way to drive the poor dogs?”

“Ye might have stopped him sooner, I think,” cried
the second mate in wrath.

“Hai!” shouted the band of Esquimaux, pointing
to a hummock of ice a few hundred yards in advance
of the spot on which they stood.

Instantly all were silent, and gazing intently ahead
at a dark object that burst upwards through the ice.

“A walrus!” whispered Buzzby.

“So it is,” answered Amos Parr,

“Tve my doobts on that point,” remarked Saun-
ders.

Before the doubts of the second mate could be re-
solved, the Esquimaux uttered another exclamation,
and pointed to another dark object a quarter of a
mile to the right. It was soon found that there were
several of these ocean elephants sporting about in the
neighbourhood, and bursting up the young ice that
had formed on several holes, by using their huge
heads as battering-rams. It was quickly arranged
that the party should divide into three, and while a
few remained behind to watch and restrain the dogs,
the remainder were to advance on foot to the attack.

Saunders, Buzzby, Amos Parr, Davie Summers, and
Awatok formed one party, and advanced with two
muskets and several spears towards the walrus that
had been first seen, the sailors taking care to keep in
rear of Awatok in order to follow his lead, for they
were as yet ignorant of the proper mode of attack.