There is a bit of _black_ hair sticking to the scalp." With a fervent expression of thankfulness Fred rose and examined the skeleton, which had been placed in a sort of sack of skin, but was destitute of clothing.

It was quite dry, and must have been there a long time.

Nothing else was found, but from the appearance of the skull and the presence of the plate and spoon, there could be no doubt that it was that of one of the _Pole Star's_ crew.
It was now resolved that they should proceed along the coast and examine every creek and bay for traces of the lost vessel.
"O Bolton! my heart misgives me," said Fred, as they drove along; "I fear that they have all perished." "Niver a bit, sir," said O'Riley, in a sympathizing tone; "yon chap must have died and been buried here be the crew as they wint past." "You forget that sailors don't bury men under mounds of stone, with pewter plates and spoons beside them." O'Riley was silenced, for the remark was unanswerable.
"He may ha' bin left or lost on the shore, and been found by the Esquimaux," suggested Peter Grim.
"Is that not another tomb ?" inquired one of the men, pointing towards an object which stood on the end of a point or cape towards which they were approaching.
Ere any one could reply, their ears were saluted by the well-known bark of a pack of Esquimau dogs.

In another moment they dashed into the midst of a snow village, and were immediately surrounded by the excited natives.

For some time no information could be gleaned from their interpreter, who was too excited to make use of his meagre amount of English.