Considerable care had to be used, however, to avoid the broad cakes of ice which were floating out all around us.
Small bits, and pieces as large as a hogshead, we paid no attention to; let the cut-water knock them aside.

But there were plenty of large, angular, ugly-looking masses, which, if struck would have endangered the schooner's side.

These were sheered off from: so that our course was made up of a series of curves and windings in and out.
It seemed odd to see so much ice, and feel the deadly chill of the water, with so hot a sun on deck that the pitch started on the deal planks.

In our companion-way the thermometer rose to eighty-seven degrees, with icebergs glittering at every point of the compass.
By eight o'clock, A.M., we were abreast the cliffs of Resolution Island, at a distance of a couple of miles.

With our glasses we examined them attentively.