35'.

We had probably made in the neighborhood of thirty miles during the night: so that the _boys_ on "The Catfish" had given a very shrewd guess, to say the least.

In the afternoon we had a fair breeze from the south-east.

All sail was made, and we bowled along at a grand rate.
Early the next morning we saw the first ice,--three or four low, irregular masses, showing white on the sea, and bearing down toward us from the north-west with the polar current.

This current, coming along the coast of Labrador, is always laden with ice at this season.