Captain Len Guy was made anxious by this alteration in the wind, and besides, the speed of the _Halbrane_ was manifestly lessened, for the breeze began to soften on the 4th, and in the middle of the night it died away.
In the morning the sails hung motionless and shrivelled along the masts.

Although not a breath reached us, and the surface of the ocean was unruffled, the schooner was rocked from side to side by the long oscillations of the swell coming from the west.
"The sea feels something," said Captain Len Guy to me, "and there must be rough weather on that side," he added, pointing westward.
"The horizon is misty," I replied; "but perhaps the sun towards noon--" "The sun has no strength in this latitude, Mr.Jeorling, not even in summer.

Jem!" West came up to us.
"What do you think of the sky ?" "I do not think well of it.

We must be ready for anything and everything, captain." "Has not the look-out given warning of the first drifting ice ?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Captain Len Guy, "and if we get near the icebergs the damage will not be to them.

Therefore, if prudence demands that we should go either to the east or to the west, we shall resign ourselves, but only in case of absolute necessity." The watch had made no mistake.