"Ah, but it's a cliver trick, no doubt of it." "What a capital dodge!" said Fred, crouching behind the hummock, and watching the movements of the Esquimau with deep interest.
"West, hand me the little telescope; you'll find it in the pack." "Here it is, sir," said the man, pulling out a glass of about six inches long, and handing it to Fred.
"How many is there, an ye plaze ?" "Six, I think; yes--one, two, three--I can't make them out quite, but I think there are six, besides the one on the ice.

Hist! there he sees him.

Ah, Meetuck, he's too quick for you." As he spoke the seal on the ice began to show symptoms of alarm.

Meetuck had approached to within shot, but he did not fire; the wary Esquimau had caught sight of another object which a lump of ice had hitherto concealed from view.

This was no less a creature than a walrus, who chanced at that time to come up to take a gulp of fresh air and lave his shaggy front in the brine, before going down again to the depths of his ocean home.