R. M. Ballantyne,
Red Rooney: The Last of the Crew
“ These thoughts arise from the remembrance of Okiok as he stood one morning open-mouthed, open-eyed, open-souled, and, figuratively, petrified, gazing at something over a ledge of rock.What that something was we must learn from Okiok himself, after he had cautiously retired from the scene, and run breathlessly back towards the Eskimo village, where the first man he met was Red Rooney.“I—I’ve seen it,” gasped the Eskimo, gripping the seaman’s arm convulsively.“Seen what?”“Seen a man—on fire; and he seems not to mind it!”“On fire! A man! Surely not. You must be mistaken.” ”
