The sail merely flapped occasionally, and hung idly; and again the iceberg came grinding against us.

There were no means of getting off, save to let down the boat, and tow the schooner out into the wind,--rather a ticklish job among ice, and in so dim a light.
"The Curlew" lay broadside against the berg, but did not seem to chafe or batter much: on the contrary, we were borne along by the ice with far less motion than if out in open water.
"Well, why not let her go so ?" said Kit after we had lain thus a few minutes.

"There doesn't seem to be any great danger in it.

This side of the iceberg, so far as I can make it out, doesn't look very dangerous." "Not a very seamanlike way of doing business," remarked the captain, looking dubiously around.
"Catching a ride on an iceberg," laughed Weymouth.

"That sort of thing used to be strictly forbidden at school." "But only listen to that fearful rumble and roar!" said Raed.