service upon which it went. The sea washed over them and came into
the cabin, so says Fox, "sauce would not have been wanted if there
had been roast mutton." Luke Fox, being ice-bound and in peril,
writes, "God thinks upon our imprisonment within a supersedeas;" but
he was a good and honourable man as wall as euphuist. His "Sir
Thomas Rowe's Welcome" leads into Fox Channel: our "Phantom Ship"
is pushing through the welcome passes on the left-hand Repulse Bay.
This portion of the Arctic regions, with Fox Channel, is extremely
perilous. Here Captain Lyon, in the Griper, was thrown anchorless
upon the mercy of a stormy sea, ice crashing around him. One island
in Fox Channel is called Mill Island, from the incessant grinding of
great masses of ice collected there. In the northern part of Fox
Channel, on the western shore, is Melville Peninsula, where Parry
wintered on his second voyage. Here let us go ashore and see a
little colony of Esquimaux.

Their limits are built of blocks of snow, and arched, having an ice
pane for a window. They construct their arched entrance and their
hemispherical roof on the true principles of architecture. Those
wise men, the Egyptians, made their arch by hewing the stones out of
shape; the Esquimaux have the true secret. Here they are, with
little food in winter and great appetites; devouring a whole walrus
when they get it, and taking the chance of hunger for the next eight
days--hungry or full, for ever happy in their lot--here are the
Esquimaux. They are warmly clothed, each in a double suit of skins
sewn neatly together. Some are singing, with good voices too.
Please them, and they straightway dance; activity is good in a cold
climate: Play to them on the flute, or if you can sing well, sing,
or turn a barrel-organ, they are mute, eager with wonder and
delight; their love of music is intense. Give them a pencil, and,