He reached England. He crossed over to Ireland. There, in a well-remembered cottage-home, he found a blooming “widow,” who discovered to her inexpressible joy that she was still a wife! He found six children, who had grown so tremendously out of all remembrance that their faces seemed like a faint but familiar dream, which had to be dreamed over again a good deal and studied much, before the attainment by the seaman of a satisfactory state of mind. And, last, he found a little old woman with wrinkled brow and toothless gums, who looked at and listened to him with benignant wonder, and whose visage reminded him powerfully of another little old woman who dwelt in the land of ice and snow where he used to be known as the Kablunet.
This Kablunet—alias Ridroonee,—now regretfully makes his bow and exit from our little stage as Red Rooney, the Last of the Crew.
The End
notes
1
For further light on this interesting subject see History of Greenland and the Moravian Brethren, volume one, page 159. Longman, 1820.
2
Such is the Eskimo notion of the Aurora Borealis.
3
This is no fanciful speech. It is the substance of an actual speech made by a Greenlander to the Moravian brethren in 1737.