We could see the water gushing up through crevices, sometimes in fountains of forty or fifty feet, hurling up large fragments of ice.

The phenomenon was gigantic in all its aspects.

To us, who expected every moment to see it borne forward and crush the schooner, it was appalling.

But the sea filling in on the south, added to the narrowness of the arm, prevented the jam from rushing through; though a great deal of ice did float out, and, caught in the swirling currents, bumped pretty hard against the vessel's sides.

The schooner swayed about heavily; but the anchor held miraculously, as we thought.