This coast evidently Stretched from north-west to south-east.

Nevertheless, the telescopes revealed no distinctive features--even after three hours' navigation.
The crew, gathered together on the forecastle, were looking on without revealing their impressions.

West, after going aloft to the fore-cross-trees, where he had remained ten minutes, had reported nothing precise.

Stationed at the port side, leaning my elbows on the bulwarks, I closely watched the sky line, broken only towards the east.
At this moment the boatswain rejoined me, and without preface said: "Will you allow me to give you my opinion, Mr.Jeorling ?" "Give it, boatswain," I replied, "at the risk of my not adopting it if I don't agree with it." "It is correct, and according as we get nearer one must really be blind not to adopt it!" "And what idea have you got ?" "That it is not land which lies before us, Mr.Jeorling!" "What is it you are saying ?" "Look attentively, putting one finger before your eyes--look there--out a--starboard." I did as Hurliguerly directed.
"Do you see ?" he began again.

"May I lose my liking for my grog if these heights do not change place, not with regard to the schooner, but with regard to themselves!" "And what do you conclude from this ?" "That they are moving icebergs." "Icebergs ?" "Sure enough, Mr.Jeorling." Was not the boatswain mistaken?
Were we in for a disappointment?
Were there only drifting ice-mountains in the distance instead of a shore?
Presently, there was no doubt on the subject; for some time past the crew had no longer believed existence of land in that direction.
Ten minutes afterwards, the man in the crow's-nest announced that several icebergs were coming north-west, in an oblique direction, into the course of the _Halbrane_.
This news produced a great sensation on board.