The effects of the pressure around us were awe-inspiring.

Mighty blocks of ice, gripped between meeting floes, rose slowly till they jumped like cherry-stones squeezed between thumb and finger.

The pressure of millions of tons of moving ice was crushing and smashing inexorably.

If the ship was once gripped firmly her fate would be sealed.
The gale from the south-west blew all night and moderated during the afternoon of the 2nd to a stiff breeze.

The pressure had almost ceased.