The berg was a large one, fifty paces at least each way, and there was a hope that the other side might be more favourable.

Baling hard, they paddled round the corner, but only to find themselves faced by another gloomy ice-crag.

Again they went round, and again they found that the berg increased rather than diminished in height.

There remained only one other side, and they knew as they rowed round to it that their lives hung upon the result, for the boat was almost settling down beneath them.

They shot out from the shadow into the full moonlight and looked upon a sight which none of them would forget until their dying day.
The cliff which faced them was as precipitous as any of the others, and it glimmered and sparkled all over where the silver light fell upon the thousand facets of ice.