<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></SPAN>CHAPTER III.</h2>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_067.jpg" id="i_067.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_067wo_man.jpg" alt="" width-obs="304" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">A YOUNG MAN. A YOUNG WOMAN.</p> </div>
<p>The people that inhabit the Arctic
Lands are few in number and generally
but little above the condition of savages.
In stature they are below the medium height,
and in appearance far from beautiful. Cleanliness
is not one of their virtues. Male and
female dress nearly in precisely the same
costume, and in winter when they are enveloped
in their garments of skins they look
vastly like a fur bag surmounted by a head.
Nearly all these Northern races are or have
been idolaters, and are full of all manner of
superstitions. Many are the attempts that
have been made to bring Christianity to them,
and heroic are the struggles and labors that
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</SPAN></span>have been borne, and are to-day being borne
by zealous ministers. The pay of the Lapland
or Icelandic priest is rarely more than
$150 a year, so that his life is one of severe
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</SPAN></span>labor. Among the Lapps, who inhabit the
Scandinavian Peninsula, the value of a pastor
is estimated by the strength of his voice, and
consequently his sermons must be delivered
in the most sonorous tones if he would not
have the contempt and neglect of his people.</p>
<p>In spite of all these resonant teachings,
however, the Lapp is very far from forgetting
the superstitions that have come down to
him from his fathers. One tribe carry about
with them on their travels their gods, which
are but conical pieces of stone. Sorcerers
exist who pretend to see the future and to
give answers from the other world, and
witches who profess to control the winds.
Such was the belief in their powers, that it is
said that at one time it was no rare thing for
English ships to stop at Archangel to buy a
wind. Perhaps the most curious of these
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</SPAN></span>superstitions, however, is the reverence with
which the bear is regarded. To the Lapp,
the bear is the wisest of animals; he can
understand every word spoken and hence is
always mentioned with respect. It may
seem strange that so wise an animal should
ever be hunted and slain, but the temptation
he offers is a strong one. His furry coat
makes the best kind of winter garments, and
his flesh is thought a great treat. Therefore
the hunter after always begging his pardon
for the insult about to be offered hastens to
drive his lance into his heart. It is considered
most disgraceful to kill a bear when
sleeping, so that if bruin meets his death it is
always in the open field. When the hunters
return home with the body, they are greeted
by the women with words of scorn; the
entrances to the huts are barred against
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</SPAN></span>them, and they are obliged to force an entrance
to their own hearths. In this way it
is believed the spirit of the bear is appeased.
His bones are always buried in the same way,
first the head, then the neck, body, etc., for
the Lapp believes in the bear’s resurrection
and fears his wrath should he come to life
and find his bones treated with indignity.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum hidden"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_071.jpg" id="i_071.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_071.jpg" alt="" width-obs="530" height-obs="350" /> <p class="caption">ESQUIMAUX HUT.</p> </div>
<p>This reverence does not, however, extend
to the wolf, for this is an accursed animal.
On his snow-shoes, and bearing in one hand
a long pole with which to steer himself, the
hunter follows swiftly on the wolf’s tracks,
and overtaking him beats out his brains with
a club, which as a polluted thing he is careful
to burn at once. Nor will he demean himself
to touch the skin of his victim, but leaves
it to be devoured by any animal that may
chance to find it. The great occupation of
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</SPAN></span>the Laplander is the care of herds of reindeer,
and no doubt the great detestation in which
the wolf is held is owing to the injury he inflicts
upon the herdsman.</p>
<p>The hut of the Lapp is but a poor affair.
Its frame is a few poles bent together at the
top, its walls skins sewed together. The floor
is covered with skins, in its centre flames a
smoky fire, and about it sleeps the owner of the
house curled up in a heap like one of his dogs.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_074.jpg" id="i_074.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_074.jpg" alt="" width-obs="366" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">AN ESQUIMAUX VILLAGE.</p> </div>
<p>Such a hut as this would be of little use
to the Esquimau, who lives far to the northward
on the American continent amid perpetual
snow. His house is most ingeniously
formed. With solid blocks of snow about a
foot in thickness, he builds its circular wall and
dome-like roof. A tunnel-like entrance is
made through which he enters on hands and
feet, while a block of snow fills the narrow
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</SPAN></span>doorway keeping out the cold air. With his
skins spread out upon the floor and his oil
lamp lighted, he soon has a temperature
which is perhaps as much too warm as the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</SPAN></span>outer air is too cold. The arctic explorer
sometimes comes upon a village of such huts
clustered under some protecting cliff or near
some favorite hunting or fishing ground.</p>
<p>The Esquimau is a hearty eater. The
intense cold to which he is always exposed
gives him a raging appetite. Parry once made
trial of the ability of a young man, who was
furnished with all the food he wished. In
twenty hours he had eaten eight and a half
pounds of meat, nearly two pounds of bread,
a pint and a quarter of rich soup, a tumbler
and three wine glasses of spirits, and over a
gallon of water. But the Esquimau is not
alone in his appetite. At Jakutsk in Siberia,
Sir George Simpson gave two natives each
thirty six pounds of boiled beef, while the same
amount of melted butter was put before them
to drink. They entered upon their undertaking
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</SPAN></span>with great zest. One was old, the other
young. The younger man at first seemed to make
the greater headway. “His teeth are good,”
said his older opponent, “but with the help of
my saint, (crossing himself) I will soon come
up to him.” His was no idle boast, for in an
hour all was devoured and the gorged
champions, lying upon the floor, respectfully
kissed the ground in token of gratitude to
their benefactor.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_076.jpg" id="i_076.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_076.jpg" alt="" width-obs="643" height-obs="280" /> <p class="caption">DOG SLED.</p> </div>
<p><br/>
<br/></p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_077.jpg" id="i_077.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_077.jpg" alt="" width-obs="428" height-obs="500" /> <p class="caption">ARCTIC DOG.</p> </div>
<p>When the Esquimau wishes to travel,
he fastens his dogs to a light sledge by long
traces, and whip in hand with his fur skins
drawn about him takes his seat upon it, and
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</SPAN></span>is whirled over the snow at tremendous
speed. His whip is a curious affair. From
the end of a stock only about a foot long,
extends a lash of some twenty feet. Woe
to the unfortunate driver who does not know
how to use this lash, and to be able to
bring a resounding blow on the ear of an
unruly dog. The fresh track of a bear is
scented and the whole pack is away like a
whirlwind, while the rider tumbled off his
sledge by collision with some hummock of
ice is left to get home on foot as best he can.
Dr. Hayes tells of his experience. “The
wind was blowing at my back, and when I
had gone far enough and wanted to turn
around and return, the dogs were not so
minded. There is nothing they dislike so
much as to face the wind, and feeling very
fresh they were evidently ready for sport.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</SPAN></span>After much difficulty I brought them at last
up to the course, but I could keep them
there only by constant use of the lash, and
since this was three out of four times blown
back into my face, it was evident I could not
hold out long, besides my face was freezing in
the wind. My arm, not used to such violent
exercise, soon fell almost paralyzed, and the
whip-lash trailed behind me on the snow. The
dogs were not slow to discover something
wrong. They looked back over their shoulders
inquiringly, and discovering that the
lash was not coming they ventured to
diverge gently to the right. Finding the
effort not resisted they gained courage, and
increased their speed, and at length they
wheeled short round, turned their tails to the
wind and dashed off on their own course, as
happy as a parcel of boys freed from the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</SPAN></span>restraints of the school-room, and with the
wild rush of a dozen wolves. I could soon
again use the whip, and managed to turn the
intractable team among a cluster of hummocks
and snow drifts, which somewhat
impeded their progress. Springing suddenly
off, I capsized the sledge. The points of the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</SPAN></span>runners were driven deeply into the snow,
and my runaways were anchored. A vigorous
application of my sinew-tipped lash, soon
convinced them of the advantages of obedience,
and they trotted off in the meekest manner
facing the wind without rebelling.”</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="i_080.jpg" id="i_080.jpg"></SPAN><ANTIMG src="images/i_080.jpg" alt="" width-obs="510" height-obs="400" /> <p class="caption">DANISH SETTLEMENT IN GREENLAND.</p> </div>
<p>The Esquimaux extend over the whole
continent of North America; but in Asia we
find several distinct tribes. Such are the Samojedes,
the Ostjaks, the Jakuts, the Tungusi,
and others. But while they differ in minor
points, they are alike in general appearance and
in their mode of life. Among all the arctic
nations settlements have been attempted, but
they are but poor affairs inhabited by only a
few venturesome trappers or traders whom
hope of great gain alone can tempt to lead
such a forlorn life. Of all these northern
settlements, none is more mournful than that
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</SPAN></span>of Siberia. Here come every week long trains
of prisoners whom the Russian government
banishes to this prison land. Political offenders,
criminals, even the roaming vagabond, all
go to Siberia. Twelve thousand are thus annually
added to its population. The place
allotted to each depends on his crime. The
worse this has been, the more northerly his
place. Murderers and burglars go to the mines
at Nertschinsk, from which they never emerge
alive. But the ordinary criminal has every
inducement to reform and become a good
citizen. A piece of good land is given him,
with a horse, two cows, a hut, and the necessary
tools to till the ground. For several
years he has to pay no taxes, so that if a
sensible and industrious man he may often
attain a degree of comfort which he never
dreamed of in his former days.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>These Siberian peasants are said to be
men of great strength and capable of resisting
the most intense cold, and Russia is said to
have no finer subjects than the children of
those whom she thus compels to colonize her
frozen regions. In addition to the occupation
of tilling the soil, a vast number of
people are employed as carriers. The great
quantities of silver, copper and lead produced
by the mines at Nertschinsk, have to be
transported across the country to the markets
of Russia, and the provisions required by the
thousands of workmen have in turn to be
carried back to the mines.</p>
<p>Small are the chances of success to the
bold man who attempts to escape. Everywhere
are the active soldiers, and should he
make his way through them, the vast deserts
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</SPAN></span>and forests are peopled by a savage race, who
are allowed by the Russian government to
drive an arrow through any stranger not of
their own tribe whom they may find wandering
through their territory.</p>
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