’The men by Yeddo Bay had met from the ends of the earth, and had neither gods nor homes, sailing under the flag of the Japanese.  And with them I went to the rich beaches of Copper Island, where our salt piles became high with skins.

’And in that silent sea we saw no man till we were ready to come away.  Then one day the fog lifted on the edge of a heavy wind, and there jammed down upon us a schooner, with close in her wake the cloudy funnels of a Russian man-of-war.  We fled away on the beam of the wind, with the schooner jamming still closer and plunging ahead three feet to our two.  And upon her poop was the man with the mane of the sea lion, pressing the rails under with the canvas and laughing in his strength of life.  And Unga was there—­I knew her on the moment—­but he sent her below when the cannons began to talk across the sea.

As I say, with three feet to our two, till we saw the rudder lift green at every jump—­and I swinging on to the wheel and cursing, with my back to the Russian shot.  For we knew he had it in mind to run before us, that he might get away while we were caught.  And they knocked our masts out of us till we dragged into the wind like a wounded gull; but he went on over the edge of the sky line—­he and Unga.

’What could we?  The fresh hides spoke for themselves.  So they took us to a Russian port, and after that to a lone country, where they set us to work in the mines to dig salt.  And some died, and—­and some did not die.’  Naass swept the blanket from his shoulders, disclosing the gnarled and twisted flesh, marked with the unmistakable striations of the knout.  Prince hastily covered him, for it was not nice to look upon.

’We were there a weary time and sometimes men got away to the south, but they always came back.  So, when we who hailed from Yeddo Bay rose in the night and took the guns from the guards, we went to the north.  And the land was very large, with plains, soggy with water, and great forests.  And the cold came, with much snow on the ground, and no man knew the way.  Weary months we journeyed through the endless forest—­I do not remember, now, for there was little food and often we lay down to die.  But at last we came to the cold sea, and but three were left to look upon it.  One had shipped from Yeddo as captain, and he knew in his head the lay of the great lands, and of the place where men may cross from one to the other on the ice.  And he led us—­I do not know, it was so long—­till there were but two.  When we came to that place we found five of the strange people which live in that country, and they had dogs and skins, and we were very poor.  We fought in the snow till they died, and the captain died, and the dogs and skins were mine.  Then I crossed on the ice, which was broken, and once I drifted till a gale from the west put me upon the shore.  And after that, Golovin Bay, Pastilik, and the priest.  Then south, south, to the warm sunlands where first I wandered.