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sir!" cried Raed. "Spoken like a true son of the South! Ah! you did always outrank us in gallantry. No discount on it. Had your heads been as true as your hearts, the result might have been different. But here come the ladies. We must do our prettiest to please 'em, or we are no true knights. By the by, we resemble the wandering knight-errants not a little, I fear." "Only their object was adventure, while ours is science," added Kit. "Scientific knights!" laughed Wade. "Well, the world moves!" The _oomiak_ was now within fifty yards. "Let's give 'em a salute!" exclaimed Kit. "Roll the ball out of the howitzer!" "Oh! I wouldn't; it may scare 'em," said Raed. "No, it won't. Where's a match?" _Bang_ went old brassy out of the stern. It did startle them, I fancy. Something very much like a feminine screech rose in the _oomiak_. It was quickly hushed up, though, with no fainting, but any quantity of _heh-heh-ing_ and _yeh-yeh-ing_ from the fat beauties. "Now give 'em two more from the muskets--two at a time--when they come under the side!" shouted Kit. "Hobbs, you and Don first! Ready!--fire!" Crack, crack! "Now Weymouth and Corliss!" Crack, crack! "There! I now consider their arrival properly celebrated. And here they are under the bows! Pipe the side for the ladies, captain!" "Bless me!" exclaimed Raed; "how are we to get 'em aboard? Can't climb a line, I don't expect." "Wouldn't do to give 'em the ratlines!" exclaimed Kit; "might entangle their pretty feet. What's to be done, captain?" "I--give--it--up!" groaned Capt. Mazard. "Hold! I have it: the old companion-stairs,--the ones we had taken out. They are stowed away down in the hold." "Just the thing!" cried Raed; "the very essence of gallantry!" "Corliss, Bonney, and Hobbs," shouted the captain, "bear a hand at those old stairs,--quick! Don't keep ladies waiting!" The old stairs were hurried up, and let down from the side. The captain stood ready with a stout line, which he whipped around the top rung, and then made fast to the bulwarks. "That'll hold 'em," said he. The _oomiak_ was then brought up close, and the foot of the stairs set inside the gunwale. The _oomiak_ was about twenty-seven feet in length by six in width. Like the _kayaks_, it was covered with seal-skin; or perhaps it might have been the hide of the walrus. The framework was composed of both bone and wood tied and lashed together. This was the women's boat,
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