Old Trull and Weymouth were set to watch the ice, and the rest of us went down to breakfast.

The schooner lay so still, that it seemed like being on shore again.

We had got as far as our second cup of coffee, I recollect, when we were startled by another of the same heavy explosions we had heard a few hours previous.

It was followed instantly by a second.

Then we heard old Trull sing out,-- "Avast from under!" And, a moment later, there was a tremendous crash on deck, accompanied by a hollow, rattling sound.