by Jock Phillips
‘We cured ten thousand skins for the fur, for the
fur …
Brackish water, putrid seal,
We did all of us fall ill …’
The sealer’s life was harsh and lonely, but for a brief time traders grew rich on the fur of countless seals taken from around New Zealand’s southern coasts and offshore islands.
Main image: Sealers, Campbell Island
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