The New York herald., 1873-09-22

| and glorious one-the steam launch holsted her
colors, and, though somewhat low in the water.
looked trim and saucy In the extreme. What with
the coal and provisions there was scarcely room
to move about on board the little craft; but she
had been equipped for work, not pleasure. II
blocks OF coal supplied for the time the place OF
downy beds, nobody thought the worse OF 1t. At
noon the stir commenced in earnest. Steam had
been started and the whizzing sound of the es-
caping vapor added to the animation that
prevailed. Parcel after parcel was lowered
into the steamer-not baggage, for that
was the scantiest part OF the cargo
put coils OF rope, tin pans, anchors,
knives and forks and medicine chest, TO say moth
ing OF rifles, canned provisions and sealskin ap-
| pendages, which, with many more necessaries,
| were carefully slowed away. At length at one
| O'CLOCK Lieutenant De Long announced his read-
| ness to depart The announcement brought all the
| officers to the gangway, and amid many q hearty
'Goodby" and "God-speed." the launch was
manned.
| "ChEER THE SHIP"
| The line was cast on in o twinklng, with fresh
| breeze from the southwest The Little Juniata
commenced her hazardous trip. Suddenly the
rigging of the man-of-war was studded with hardy
seamen, and as the order went forth from the
port deck to cheer the ship, the chip. hip hip,'
was thrice answered by lusty shout that made the
welkin ring. Then the brave fellows on the launch
responded In royal style, and quickly hosting
sail she scudded forth on her lonely way. All
hands were In the best of spirits, and without
much ado the voyage was begun under the hap
piest auspices. We took what Is known the
inner passage, and once fairly among the islands
tcebergs Of huge dimensions were to be seen in all
directions. They presented every conceivable
shape, from q railroad bridge to a castle on the
thor
at certain places that an ordinary rowboat could
not without difficulty have made q passage. We
passed ,..,r- -.
KINGILAK.
small settlement on the way, and the excite
ment Of the Inhabitants the little steamer hove
IN sight bafes all description venture to say no
such spectacle ever astonished them before. and II
bowling and whooping and pantommlc gestcula-
tion could be regarded as tokens OF appreciation
then we were singularly blessed in having the good
will OF the natives OF that primitive and sweet
scented locality. The moving icebergs rose In all
their stately magnifcence as we again neared into
the open space and once more breathed the un-
tainted atmosphere, and as the SUMS rays were re-
nected on the gigantic masses Office which into
the air like alabaster mountains. the effect was
truly gorgeous. But the scene soon changed. A
cold drizzling rain began to fall, and the charming
panorama faded from the sight as the curtain oflog
that there were daintles of the season at hand,
but the situation the style the scalds and ex-
cuses, the mislaid forks and spoons, the sports
manllke hunt for the pepper and SALT and don't
know what else contributed to render the feast an
event to be remembered. But good humor and
good appetites made up for all deficiencies, and
when pipes were lit, with owners snugly wrapped
in sealskin furs, no pleasanter faces-and speak
for myself-could be found from the North Pole TO
the Equator.
THE LAST WHITE MAN.
tarpaulin covered the boat and the rain ratified
on the outside like shower Of hailstones At
eight O'Clock half the crew turned In, as the say
ing ia, although in fact there chance OF all
Tor going to sleep, lying four abreast, compelling
each man to choose his favorte ''side" and then
keep still Jacob, the pilot nourshed his hand
right and left, by way OF showing the way, and a
difficult task he had, owing to the fog. to say moth
Ing Of the intricate passages that marked the route
Shortly after eleven O'Clock all hands were startled
with the cry "IessuisaKl" !" and in less than ten
minutes we were at anchor opposite perhaps the
lonelest settlement In the world, and In
the most northern where any Christian peo-
pie dwell The dogs-the irrepressibie ushers
to Greenland hospitality-marshalled In
full force on the rocks and commenced charac-
teristic YELL This brought the ragged natives to
the spot, and IL Is no exaggeraton to say, con.
sternation was depicted on every face. Lieutenant
De Long, with Dodge, the ice pilot, and your
spondent, went ashore. and in the pelting RAIN
crawled the slippery rocks toward little white
house near by, from nagstar on the roof Of which
dropped the Danish nag. A tall, iulI-blooded
Dane OF forty years. with nne intelligent face,
welcomed us at the door. He was Peter Jensen,
the hunter, who figured 80 well in the famous ex-
pedition commanded by DR.. Hayes in 1861, who had
Ivad hio q into ataro and Il
ager. Jensen inquired very kindly alter his old
master, and did not hesitate to tell that better
organized expedition than The one on which he
was engaged twelve years before never sailed to the
North. He informed US that he had just returned
from Copenhagen, where he had been for the past
year; that while there his wife had died; that he
had taken unto him second mate, and Just as he
spoke yonng Danish woman, not more tnan
twenty, neat and pleasant looking, came into the
room, when he presented us with all the grace of
courtier Jensen spoke at length OF the Hall expe-
dition and OF the dssensions on the Polaris while
she lay at anchor in front OF his house. Captain
Hall, be said, had requested him to accompany the
expedition but illness of his wife prevented him. He
observed the bitter feeling displayed towards Hall
by some of his subordinates and had heard some OF
the crew state that
lie WOULD NEVER COME BACK ALIVE.
This and much more upon the painful subject
was voluntarily communicated by Jensen, who
strongly endorsed the sentiments elsewhere so
openly expressed. But 1t was getting late. and,
after partaking Of Jensen's hospitality, returned
aboard the steam launch, the rain still falling
briskly. All hands save the watch were asleep,
and picking up well thumbed volume, the prop
erty of romantic tar, l perused exit Carson's
Rider until the hands OF the little Cock pointed to
four O'Clock.
OFF TO CAPE YORK.
It is bright and beautiful morning on this the
% day Of August. The fog has all cleared away
and the sun shines gloriousy. The icebergs pre-
sent picture of dazzling brilliancy and the pros
poets are beyond the brightest anticipation. Ali
hands work eheeriy. Steam Is started; up goes
the anchor. The little craft moves out proudly on
her mission, with the Stars and Stripes hoisted at
the peak Time will tell the rest.