THE GLAMOUR OF THE ARCTIC.

Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 47, 13 July 1908, Page 7

THE GLAMOUR OF THE ARCTIC.

Personally, I must confess that anything bearing on the Arctic seas is always of the deepest interest to

He who has once been within the borders of that mysterious region, which can be both the most lovely and the most repellent upon earth, must always retain something of its glamour. Standing on the confines of known geography, I have shot the south-ward-flying ducks, and have taken from their gizzards pebbles which they have swallowed in some land whose shores no human foot has trod. The memory of that inexpressible air, of the great icegirt lakes of deop blue water, of the cloudless skv ahading away into a light green and then into a cold yellow at the horizon, of the noisy, companionable birds, of the huge, greasy-backed water animals, of the slug-like seals, startlingly black against the dazzling whiteness of the ice, all of it will come back to a man in his dreams.

And then to play a fish a hundred tons in weight and worth two thousand pounds—but what in the world has all this to do with by bookcase ? —Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in “Cassell’s Magazine.”