But for the mist, and the danger of striking against large fragments of ice, we should have set the mainsail and the topsail to make the most of our wind ere it blew too hard; for it was plainly rising.

Now and then a gust would sigh past the sheets.

Supper was eaten in squads of two and three.

The thermometer fell constantly.

It grew so chilly, that we were glad to slip down into the galley occasionally to warm our fingers at Palmleaf's stove.