Fearing a little trouble I went out of the hut in the middle of the night and saw at once that she was having a bad time--the ice was breaking with a northerly swell and the wind increasing, with the ship on dead lee shore; luckily the ice anchors had been put well in on the floe and some still held.

Pennell was getting up steam and his men struggling to replace the anchors.
We got out the men and gave some help.

At 6 steam was up, and I was right glad to see the ship back out to windward, leaving us to recover anchors and hawsers.
She stood away to the west, and almost immediately after a large berg drove in and grounded in the place she had occupied.
We spent the day measuring our provisions and fixing up clothing arrangements for our journey; a good deal of progress has been made.
In the afternoon the ship returned to the northern ice edge; the wind was still strong (about N.30 W.) and loose ice all along the edge--our people went out with the ice anchors and I saw the ship pass west again.

Then as I went out on the floe came the report that she was ashore.

I ran out to the Cape with Evans and saw that the report was only too true.