Mazard; "and even a sou'-wester would hardly affect us much a mile up this narrow inlet." It seemed a tolerably secure berth.

The schooner lay as still as if at her wharf at far-distant Portland.

There was no perceptible swell in the channel.

Despite the vast mass of ice "packed" into the arm above us, it was not disagreeably chilly.

The thermometer stood at fifty-nine degrees in our cabin.