- ing, and of the Esquimau language, which he speaks
like a native, and of the English which he has picked up from the British whale-ships, makes him one of the most useful members of my party.
DOMESTIC FELICITY. The men have been busy sewing up seal-skins into coats, pantaloons, and boots, to complete their winter wardrobe. They have tried very hard to get Mrs. Hans to do this work for them, but the indolent creature persistently refuses to sew a stitch. She is the most obstinate of her sex; feels perfectly independent of every thing and of everybody; pouts fiercely when she is not pleased, and gets the sulks about once a fortnight, when she declares most positively that she will abandon Hans and the white men forever, and go back to her own people. She once tried the experiment, and started off at a rapid rate, with her baby on her back, towards Cape Alexander. There had evidently been a domestic spat. Hans came out of his tent as if nothing had happened, and stood at the window leisurely smoking his pipe, and watching her in the most unconcerned manner in the world. As she tripped off south I called his attention to her.
"Yes—me see."
"Where is she going, Hans?"
"She no go. She come back—all right."
"But she will freeze, Hans?"
"She no freeze. She come back by by,—you see."
And he went on smoking his pipe with a quiet chuckle which told how well he understood the whims of his beloved. Two hours afterward she came back, sure enough, very meek and very cold, for the wind was blowing in her face.
The day being Saturday, the sailors are busy by turns at the wash-tub, to have a clean turnout for
