"
It would have been a nice little nip, for Billy's nose was quite plump.
It looked like a fat plum stuck on to the side of a pumpkin.
Well, how long should Sammy have kept him there?
"Till the sun went down," says some one.
The idea! Why, the sun in summer goes round and round and round, never
setting through June and July. Then the sun begins to dip below the
horizon, going lower and lower, till at last it disappears. For one
hundred and twenty-six days Sammy and Billy did not see the sun. Through
that long, dark night, the stars would shine, so white and solemn, down
upon the ice and snow everywhere stretching. Until the last of July
would have been a long time for plum-nosed Billy to stand with his foot
in that crack. Suddenly, Sammy heard a noise. "What is that?" he asked.
It was a walrus bellowing in the bay. Sammy turned toward the blue
water. As he turned, he saw the minister standing near his chapel. Sammy
thought of the text he preached from, the Sunday before, and he began to
repeat it to himself:
"_Love your enemies_--"
"I guess I will let Billy stay here about an hour," said Sammy,
meditating.
"_Bless them that curse you_--"
"I guess I will let Billy stay here half an hour."
"_Do good to them that hate you_--"
"I guess I will let Billy stay here ten minutes."
"_And pray for them which despitefully use you_--"
"I guess I will take Billy out now!" And Sammy ran towards the prisoner.
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