<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>TREATY MAKING.</div>
<div class='cap'>THE stock of fresh provisions was now alarmingly
low. To secure a fresh supply, Dr.
Kane and Hans started with the dog team on a
seal hunt. The doctor was armed with his Kentucky
rifle, and Hans with a harpoon and attached
line. They carried a light Esquimo boat to secure
the prey if shot. They expected to find seal after
a ten miles' run, but the ice was solid until they
had traveled another hour. Now they entered
upon an icy plain smooth as a house floor. On
the dogs galloped, in fine spirits, seeming to anticipate
the shout which soon came from Hans—"Pusey,
puseymut!"—seal, seal! Just ahead
were crowds of seals playing in the water. But
the joy of the hunters was instantly turned into a
chill of horror. The ice was bending under the
weight of the sledge, and rolling in wavy swells
before it, as if made of leather. To pause was
certain death to dogs and men. The solid floe
was a mile ahead. Hans shouted fiercely to his
dogs, and added the merciless crack of his whip
to give speed to his team; but the poor creatures
were already terror-stricken, and rushed forward
like a steam-car. A profound silence followed, as
painful as the hush of the wind before the destructive<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</SPAN></span>
tornado. Nothing more could be done;
the faithful dogs were doing their utmost to
save themselves and their masters. They passed
through a scattered group of seals, which, breast-high
out of water, mocked them with their curious,
complacent gaze. The rolling, crackling
ice increased its din, and, when within fifty paces
of the solid floe the frightened dogs became dismayed,
and they paused! In went the left runner
and the leading dog, then followed the entire left-hand
runner. In the next instant Dr. Kane, the
sledge and dogs, were mixed up in the snow and
water. Hans had stepped off upon ice which had
not yet given way, and was uttering in his broken
English, piteous moans, while he in vain reached
forward to help his master. He was ordered to
lay down, spread out his hands and feet, and draw
himself to the floe by striking his knife into the
ice. The doctor cut the leader's harness and let
him scramble out, for he was crying touchingly,
and drowning his master by his caresses. Relieved
of the dog he tried the sledge, but it sunk under
him; he then paddled round the hole endeavoring
to mount the ice, but it gave way at every
effort, thus enlarging the sphere of operation most
uncomfortably, and exhausting his strength. Hans
in the mean time had reached solid footing, and
was on his knees praying incoherently in English
and Esquimo, and at every crushing-in of the ice
which plunged his master afresh into the sea exclaimed,
"God!" When the fatal crisis was just
at hand, deliverance came by a <i>seeming</i> accident.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</SPAN></span>
How often does God deliver by such seeming accidents!
One of the dogs still remained attached
to the sledge, and in struggling to clear himself
drew one of the runners broadside against the
edge of the circle. It was the drowning man's
last chance. He threw himself on his back so as
to lessen his weight, and placed the nape of his
neck on the rim of the ice opposite to but not far
from the sledge. He then drew his legs up slowly
and placed the ball of his moccasin foot against
the runner, pressing cautiously and steadily, listening
the while to the sound of the half-yielding
ice against which the other runner rested, as to
a note which proclaimed his sentence of life or
death. The ice, holding the sledge, only faintly
yielded, while he felt his wet fur jumper sliding
up the surface; now his shoulders are on; now
his whole body steadily ascends; he is safe.</div>
<p>Hans rubbed his master with frantic earnestness
until the flesh glowed again. The dogs were all
saved, but the sledge, Esquimo boat, tent, guns,
and snow-shoes were all left frozen in to await a
return trip. A run of twelve miles brought them,
worn and weary, but full of gratitude, to the brig.
The fire was kindled, one of the few remaining
birds cooked, a warm welcome given, so that the
peril was forgotten except in the occasion it gave
for increased love to the <i>Deliverer</i>.</p>
<p>We have had no occasion to notice the Esquimo
since the escape from prison of young Myouk.
Soon after Dr. Hayes's party left, three natives came.
They had evidently noted the departure of half<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</SPAN></span>
of the number of the strangers, and came to learn
the condition of those left behind. It was Dr.
Kane's policy to conciliate them, while carrying
toward them a steady, and when needed, as it was
often, a restraining hand.</p>
<p>These visitors were quartered in a tent in the
hold. A copper lamp, a cooking-basin, and a full
supply of fat for fuel, was given them. They ate,
slept, awoke, ate and slept again. Dr. Kane left
them eating at two o'clock in the morning when
he retired to the cabin to sleep. They seemed
soon after to be sleeping so soundly that the watch
set over them also slept. In the morning there
were no Esquimo on board. They had stolen the
lamp, boiler, and cooking-pot used at their feast;
to these they added the best dog—the only one
not too weary from the late excursion to travel.
Besides, finding some buffalo robes and an india-rubber
cloth accidentally left on the floe, they took
them along also.</p>
<p>This would not do. The savages must be
taught to fear as well as to respect and love the
white men. Morton and Riley, two of the best
walkers, were sent in hot pursuit. Reaching the
hut at Anoatok, they found young Myouk with
the wives of two absent occupants, the latter making
themselves delightfully comfortable, having
tailored already the stolen robes into garments
worn on their backs. By searching, the cooking
utensils, and other articles stolen from the brig
but not missed, were found.</p>
<p>The white officers of the law acted promptly,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</SPAN></span>
as became their dignity. They stripped the women
of these stolen goods and tied them. They were
then loaded with all the articles stolen, to which
was added as much walrus meat of their own as
would pay their jail fees. The three were then
marched peremptorily back to the brig; though
it was thirty miles they did not complain, neither
did their police guardians in walking the twice
thirty. It was scarcely twenty-four hours after
these thieves had left the brig with their booty
before they were prisoners in the hold. "A dreadful
white man" was placed over them as keeper,
who never spoke to them except in words of terrifying
reproof, and whose scowl exhibited a studied
variety of threatening and satanic expressions.
The women were deprived of the comfort of even
Myouk's company. He was dispatched to Metek,
"head-man of Etah and others," "with the message
of a melo-dramatic tyrant," to negotiate for
their ransom. For five long days the women sighed
and cried, and sung in solitary confinement, though
their appetites continued excellent. At last the
great Metek and another Esquimo notable arrived,
drawing quite a sledge load of returned stolen
goods. Now commenced the treaty making. There
were "big talks," and a display on the part of Dr.
Kane of the splendors and resources of his capital,
its arts and sciences, not forgetting the "fire-death,"
whose terrific power so amazed the Etah
dignitaries. On the part of the Esquimo there
were many adjournments of the diplomatic conferences
to eat and sleep. This was well for the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</SPAN></span>
explorers no doubt, as plenty of sleep and a good
dinner are very pacific, it is well known, in their
influence even on savages. In the final result
the Esquimo agreed: Not to steal, to bring fresh
meat, to sell or lend dogs, to attend the white men
when desired, and to show them where to find the
game. On the part of <i>Kablunah</i> (the white men)
Dr. Kane promised: Not to visit the <i>Inuit</i> (Esquimo)
with death or sorcery; to shoot for them on
the hunt; to welcome them on board the ship;
to give them presents of needles, pins, two kinds
of knives, a hoop, three bits of hard wood, some
kinds of fat, an awl, and some sewing-thread; to
trade with them of these, and all other things they
might want, for walrus and seal meat of the first
quality.</p>
<p>Dr. Kane sent Hans and Morton to Etah, on
the return of Metek, as his representatives, and this
treaty was there ratified in a full assembly of its
people.</p>
<p>This treaty was really of much importance to
the famishing, ice-bound, scurvy-smitten strangers.
It was faithfully kept on the part of the natives, but
it was believed that the example of the white man's
prodigious power given by Morton and Riley, in
the tramp of sixty miles in twenty-four hours, had
quite as much to do with its faithful observance
as any regard to their promise. They might not
understand the binding nature of promises however
solemnly made, but they could comprehend
the meaning of strong arms and swift feet.</p>
<p>Having made peace with the Etahites, Dr. Kane<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</SPAN></span>
sent M'Gary and Morton to the hut at Anoatok
on a like errand. They found there of men, Myouk,
Ootuniah, and Awatok—Seal Bladder—who
were at first shy. The rogue, Myouk, suspected
their visit might mean to him another arrest. Seeing
it did not, all went merry as a marriage-bell.
The treaty was ratified by acclamation.</p>
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