Then a lusty cheer was given, and Amos Parr struck up one of those hearty songs intermingled with "Ho!" and "Yo heave ho!" that seem to be the life and marrow of all nautical exertion.

At last the good ship forged ahead, and, _boring_ through the loose ice, passed slowly out of the Bay of Mercy.
"Do you know I feel quite sad at quitting this dreary spot ?" said Fred to his father, as they stood gazing backward over the taffrail.

"I could not have believed that I should have become so much attached to it." "We become attached to any spot, Fred, in which incidents have occurred to call forth frequently our deeper feelings.

These rocks and stones are intimately associated with many events that have caused you joy and sorrow, hope and fear, pain and happiness.

Men cherish the memory of such feelings, and love the spots of earth with which they are associated." "Ah, father, yonder stands one stone, at least, that calls forth feelings of sorrow." Fred pointed as he spoke to Store Island, which was just passing out of view.