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The Cruise of the Corwin
by John Muir
Chapter V
A Chukchi Orator
Steamer Corwin,
St. Lawrence Bay, Siberia, June 6, 1881.
Yesterday
morning at half-past one o'clock, when we were within twenty-five miles
of Plover Bay, where we hoped to be able to repair our rudder, we found
that the ice-pack was crowding us closer and closer inshore, and that in
our partly disabled condition it would not be safe to proceed farther.
Accordingly we turned back and put into St. Lawrence Bay, to await some
favorable movement in the ice.
We dropped anchor at half-past seven in the morning opposite a small
Chukchi settlement. In a few hours the wind began to blow fresh from the
north, steadily increasing in force, until at eight in the evening it was
blowing a gale, and we were glad that we were in a good harbor instead
of being out at sea, slashing and tumbling about with a broken rudder among
the wind-driven ice. It also rained and snowed most of the afternoon, the
blue and gray sleet mingling in grand uproar with the white scud swept
from the crests of the waves, making about as stormy and gloomy an atmosphere
as I ever had the fortune to breathe. Now and then the clouds broke and
lifted their ragged edges high enough to allow the mountains along the
sides and around the head of the bay to be dimly seen, not so dimly, however,
as to hide the traces of the heavy glaciation to which they have been subjected.
This long bay, as shown by its trends, its relation to the ice-fountains
at its head and the sculpture of its walls, is a glacial fiord that only
a short time ago was the channel of a glacier that poured a deep and broad
flood into Bering Sea, in company with a thousand others north and south
along the Siberian coast. The more I see of this region the more I am inclined
to believe that all of Bering Sea and Strait is a glacial excavation.
Siberian Village on a Sand-Spit
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In a party of natives that came aboard soon after we had dropped anchor,
we discovered the remarkable Chukchi orator, Jaroochah, whose acquaintance
we made at the settlement on the other side of the bay, during our first
visit, and who had so vividly depicted the condition of the lost whaler
Vigilant. To-day, after taking up a favorable position in the pilot-house,
he far surpassed his previous efforts, pouring forth Chukchi in overwhelming
torrents, utterly oblivious of the presence of his rival, the howling gale.
During a sudden pause in the midst of his volcanic eloquence he inquired
whether we had rum to trade for walrus ivory, whereupon we explained, in
total abstinence phrase, that rum was very bad stuff for Chukchis, and
by way of illustration related its sad effects upon the Eskimo natives
of St. Lawrence Island. Nearly all the natives we have thus far met admitted
very readily that whiskey was not good for them. But Jaroochah was not
to be so easily silenced, for he at once began an anti-temperance argument
in saloon-and-moderate-drinker style, explaining with vehement gestures
that some whiskey was good, some bad; that he sometimes drank five cupfuls
of the good article in quick succession, the effect of which was greatly
to augment his happiness, while out of a small bottle of the bad one, a
small glass made him sick. And as for whiskey or rum causing people to
die, he knew, he said, that that was a lie, for he had drunk much himself,
and he had a brother who had enjoyed a great deal of whiskey on board of
whalers for many years, and that though now a gray old man he was still
alive and happy.
This speech was warmly applauded by his listening companions, indicating
a public opinion that offers but little hope of success for the efforts
of temperance societies among the Chukchis. Captain Hooper, the surgeon,
and myself undertook to sketch the orator, who, when he had gravely examined
our efforts, laughed boisterously at one of them, which, in truth, was
a slanderous caricature of even his countenance, villainous as it
was.
In trading his ivory for supplies of some sort, other than alcohol,
he tried to extract some trifling article above what had been agreed on,
when the trader threatened to have nothing further to do with him on account
of the trouble he was making. This set the old chief on his dignity, and
he made haste to declare that he was a good and honorable man, and that
in case the trade was stopped he would give back all he had received and
go home, leaving his ivory on the deck heedless of what became of it. The
woman of the party, perhaps eighteen years of age, merry and good-looking,
went among the sailors and danced, sang, and joked with them.
The gale increased in violence up to noon to-day, when it began to abate
slightly, and this evening it is still blowing hard. The Corwin commenced
to drag her anchor shortly after midnight, when another that was kept in
readiness was let go with plenty of chain, which held, so that we rode
out the gale in safety. The whalers Francis Palmer and Hidalgo came into
the bay last evening from Bering Strait and anchored near us. This morning
the Hidalgo had vanished, having probably parted her cable.
Last evening a second party of natives came aboard, having made their
way around the head of the bay or over the ice. Both parties remained on
board all night as they were unable to reach the shore in their light skin
boats against the wind. Being curious to see how they were enduring the
cold, I went on deck early. They seemed scarcely to feel it at all, for
I found most of them lying on the deck amid the sludge and sleeping soundly
in the clothes they wore during the day. Three of them were sleeping on
the broken rudder, swept by the icy wind and sprinkled with snow and fragments
of ice that were falling from the rigging, their heads and necks being
nearly bare.
I inquired why their reindeer parkas were made without hoods, while
those of the Eskimos of St. Lawrence Island had them; observing that they
seemed far more comfortable in stormy weather, because they kept the head
and neck warm and dry. They replied that they had to hunt hard and look
quick all about them for a living, therefore it was necessary to keep their
heads free; while the St. Lawrence Eskimos were lazy, and could indulge
in effeminate habits. They gave the same reason for cutting off most of
the hair close to the scalps, while the women wear the hair long.
One of their number was very dirty, and Captain Hooper, who is becoming
interested in glacial studies, declared that he had discovered two terminal
moraines in his ears. When asked why he did not wash himself, our interpreter
replied, "Because he is an old fellow, and it is too much work to wash."
This was given with an air of having explained the matter beyond further
question. Considering the necessities of the lives they lead, most of these
people seem remarkably clean and well-dressed and well-behaved.
The old orator poured forth his noisy eloquence late and early, like
a perennial mountain spring, some of his deep chest tones sounding in the
storm like the roar of a lion. He rolled his wolfish eyes and tossed his
brown skinny limbs in a frantic storm of gestures, now suddenly foreshortening
himself to less than half his height, then shooting aloft with jack-in-the-box
rapidity, while his people looked on and listened, apparently half in fear,
half in admiration. We directed the interpreter to tell him that we thought
him a good man, and were, therefore, concerned lest some accident might
befall him from so much hard speaking. The Chukchis, as well as the Eskimos
we have seen, are keenly sensitive to ridicule, and this suggestion disconcerted
him for a moment and made a sudden pause. However, he quickly recovered
and got under way again, like a wave withdrawing on a shelving shore, only
to advance and break again with gathered force.
The chief man of the second party from the other side of the bay is
owner of a herd of reindeer, which he said were now feeding among the mountains
at a distance of one sleep--a day's journey--from the head of a bay to
the south of here. He readily indicated the position on a map that we spread
before him, and offered to take us to see them on a sled drawn by reindeer,
and to sell us as many skins and as much meat as we cared to buy. When
we asked how many reindeer he had, all who heard the question laughed at
the idea of counting so many. "They cover a big mountain," he said proudly,
"and nobody can count them." He brought a lot of ivory to trade for tobacco,
but said nothing about it until the afternoon. Then he signified his readiness
for business after awakening from a sound sleep on the wet icy deck.
Shortly after we had breakfasted, the reindeer chief having intimated
that he and his friends were hungry, the Captain ordered a large pot of
tea, with hardtack, sugar, and molasses, to be served to them in the pilot-house.
They ate with dignified deliberation, showing no unseemly haste, but eating
rather like people accustomed to abundance. Jaroochah, who could hardly
stem his eloquence even while eating, was particular about having his son
invited in to share the meal; also, two boys about eight years old, giving
as a reason, "they are little ones." We also called in a young woman, perhaps
about eighteen years old, but none of the men present seemed to care whether
she shared with them or not, and when we inquired the cause of this neglect,
telling them that white men always served the ladies first, Jaroochah said
that while girls were "little fellows" their parents looked after them,
but when they grew big they went away from their parents with "some other
fellow," and were of no more use to them and could look out for themselves.
Those who were not invited to this meal did not seem to mind it much,
for they had brought with them plenty of what the whalers call "black skin"--the
skin of the right whale--which is about an inch thick, and usually has from
half an inch to an inch of blubber attached. This I saw them eating raw
with hearty relish, snow and sludge the only sauce, cutting off angular
blocks of it with butcherknives, while one end of the tough black rubberlike
mass was being held in the left hand, the other between their teeth. Long
practice enables them to cut off mouthfuls in this way without cutting
their lips, although they saw their long knives back and forth, close to
their faces, as if playing the violin. They get the whale skin from the
whalers, excepting the little they procure themselves. They hunt the whale
now with lances and gear of every kind bought from the whalers, and sometimes
succeed in killing a good many. They eat the carcass, and save the bone
to trade to the whalers, who are eager to get it.
After the old orator left the steamer, the reindeer man accused him
of being "a bad fellow, like a dog." He evidently was afraid that we were
being fooled by his overwhelming eloquence into believing that he was a
great man, while the precious truth to be impressed upon us was that he,
the reindeer man, whose herd covers a big mountain, was the true chief.
I asked his son, who speaks a little English, why he did not make a trip
to San Francisco, to see the white man's big town. He replied, as many
a civilized man does under similar circumstances, that he had a little
boy, too little to be left, and too little to leave home, but that soon
he would be a big fellow, so high, indicating the hoped-for stature with
his hand, then he would go to San Francisco on some whale-ship, to see
where all the big ships and good whiskey came from.
These [Chukchis] also had heard the story of the Vigilant. The reindeer
man's son is going with us to Plover Bay to look after some of his father's
debtors. He has been supplying them with tobacco and other goods on credit,
and he thought it time they were paying up. His little boy, he told us,
was sick-had a hot, sore head that throbbed, showing with his hand how
it beat in aching pulses, and asked for medicine, which the surgeon gave
him with necessary directions, greatly to his relief of mind, it seemed.
Around the shore opposite our anchorage the ground is rather low, where
the ancient glacier that filled the bay swept over in smooth curves, breaking
off near the shore, an abrupt wall from seventy to a hundred feet high.
Against this wall the prevailing north winds have piled heavy drifts of
snow that curve over the bluff at the top and slope out over the fixed
ice along the shore from the base. The gale has been loosening and driving
out past the vessel, without doing us any harm, large masses of the ice,
capped with the edge of the drift. One large piece drifted close past the
steamer and immediately in front of a large skin canoe capable of carrying
thirty men. The canoe, which was tied to the stern of the ship, we thought
was doomed to be carried away. The owners looked wistfully over the stern,
watching her fate, while the sailors seemed glad of the bit of excitement
caused by the hope of an accident that would cost them nothing. Greatly
to our surprise, however, when the berg, rough and craggy, ten or twelve
feet high, struck her bow, she climbed up over the top of it, and, dipping
on the other side, glided down with a graceful, launching swoop into the
water, like a living thing, wholly uninjured. The sealskin buffer, fixed
in front and inflated like a bladder, no doubt greatly facilitated her
rise. She was tied by a line of walrus hide.
Now that the wind is abating, we hope to get away from here to-morrow
morning, and expect to find most of the ice that stopped our progress yesterday
broken up and driven southward far enough to enable us to reach Plover
Bay without further difficulty.
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