Whilst we follow them amidst the tumbling mountains of ice, and behold them penetrat-
ing into the deepest frozen recesses of Hudson's Bay and Davis's Straits-whilst we are
looking for them between the Arctic Circle, we hear that they have pierced into the oppo-
site region of Polar cold-that they are at the Antipodes, and engaged under the frozen
Serpent of the South. Falkland Island, which seemed too remote and romantic an object
for the grasp of national ambition, is but a stage and resting place in the progress of their
victorious industry. Nor is the Equinoctial heat more discouraging to them than the ac-
cumulated winter of both the Poles. We know, that whilst some of them draw the line
and strike the harpoon on the coast of Africa, others run the longitude, and pursue their
gigantic game along the coast of Brazil. No sea but what is vexed by their fisheries-no
climate that is not witness to their unceasing toils!
REPUBLISHED BY H. R. COLEMAN.
A. L. BANCROFT & CO., PRINTERS.