re is two miles of ice out on the sand bar,
and it is all six feet thick, you may easily guess it takes the sun a
long time to loosen it up.

Well, Little White Fox was skipping about here and there to see what he
could see, and was not paying much attention where he was going when,
_Ah-ne-ca!_ down he went! Down! Down! and splash! right into the icy
water! My! he was frightened! How was he ever to get out of that place?
Six feet of ice wall, straight as the sides of a house, was all about
him. But what was this he saw on one side. It seemed to be a sort of
little shelf. And, yes sir! as Little White Fox swam over to that side
and began to climb up, his feet caught on a ledge, and before he knew it
he was sitting in as neat a little room as you ever saw, and all made
out of ice! walls, floor, and ceiling!

"Now I wonder who lives here," said Little White Fox to himself.
"Whoever it is, I suppose I shall have a great quarrel with him when he
comes home."

But no one came, and very soon his coat was quite dry and he found
himself very comfortable in this strange little ice palace. But how was
he ever to get out and go back to his mother and friends?

Just when he was thinking about that, he saw the water get black all at
once, and in another moment he was looking right into the face of a
stranger who had popped up out of the water, as if by magic.

"Who are you?" asked Little White Fox, shaking all over with fright.

"I have many names." The stranger grinned so broadly Little White Fox
quite lost his fear at once. "Some call me Barred Seal," the stranger
continued, "and some call me Ring Seal. Others call me Rainbow Seal, and
still others call me Northern Lights. You may call me what you like.
But say, there's room for us both up there, isn't there? I am tired!"

"But," said Little White Fox, when they were both comfortably seated,
"you look very much like Little Brown Seal."

"Yes," said the other, "he is my cousin, so is Spotted Seal and Oogrook,
the big seal, and Little Light Brown Seal, and goodness knows how many
more! We are a large family. I am told that we have cousins living down
in the Aleutian Islands who are very aristocratic indeed. They go by the
name of Hair Seal. Why, their coats, I am told, are so valuable that
Omnok, the hunter, would risk his life to get one of them! For my part,
I prefer this simple coat which no man would steal, unless he needed it
to make a pair of boots. But you must be hung