There was no room for tacking in the narrow inlet.
To get out we should have to tow the schooner a mile against the wind,--among ice too.

Clearly we must lay here till the wind favored.
We concluded, however, to change our position for one a little lower down, and nearer the middle of the cove.

The anchor was heaved up preparatory to towing the vessel along.

The men had considerable difficulty in starting it off the bottom; and, on getting it up, one of the flukes was found to be chipped off,--bits as large as one's fist, probably from catching among jagged rocks at the bottom.

We thought that this might also account for the tenacity with which the anchor held against the tide.