Five years rolled by; consumption's claim Was laid upon the mother's frame. The father loved his youngest child, And with her crossed the ocean wild; With many mishaps, much fatigue, They found a home in Winnipeg.
Five years again had claimed their own; The daughter now to woman grown, Though but a little child for size, Assayed a wond'rous enterprise-- To win from gen'rous strangers' hand, By telling of her native land, Her fortune, and to meet once more Her sisters three and brothers four. Pray tell me, friend, didst e'er thou find A braver spirit, nobler mind, A name more worthy to go down On hist'ry's page with bright renown?
Captain Holm recently returned to Copenhagen, after having spent two years and a half exploring the almost unknown region of the east coast of Greenland. Although ten or twelve expeditions have set out for East Greenland in the past two centuries, almost all of them in search of the lost Norsemen, who were supposed to have settled there, only one ship ever reached the coast.
The great ice masses, sometimes hundreds of miles wide, that are perpetually piled up against the shore, have kept explorers from East Greenland long after all Arctic lands were fairly well known. With three assistants, Captain Holm landed at Cape Farewell, and then went north some four hundred miles. He has returned with large collections, representing the flora, fauna, geology, and anthropology of this hitherto unknown portion of the earth's surface. He found in those cold and dismal regions, isolated from the world, a race of people who had never heard, or known, of the great civilized nations of the earth. They seemed to lead happy lives, and live in a communicative way in hamlets. They differ entirely in language, and physical character, from the Esquimaux of West Greenland.--_Demorest's Monthly_.
End of Project Gutenberg's Olof Krarer, The Esquimaux Lady, by Olof Krarer