CHAPTER V.
A Dead Narwhal .-- Snowy Owls .-- Two Bears in Sight .-- Firing on them with the Howitzer .-- A Bear-Hunt among the Ice .-- An Ice "Jungle."-- An Exciting Chase .-- The Bear turns .-- Palmleaf makes "a Sure Shot."-- "Run, you Black Son!" About two o'clock a dead narwhal came floating out with the ice from the north-east arm, and passed quite near the schooner,--so near, that we could judge pretty accurately as to its length, which we estimated to be twenty or twenty-two feet; and its horn, or tusk, which was partly under water, could not have been less than five feet.
"Killed among the ice there, I reckon," said Capt.Mazard.

"Crushed up.

I should not wonder if there were a great many large fish killed so." It seemed not improbable; for we had seen several snowy owls hovering over the ice-packs; and, about an hour afterwards, as we were reading in the cabin, Weymouth came down to say that a couple of bears were in sight up there among the ice.

We went up immediately.

None of us had ever seen a white bear, save at menageries, where they had to keep the poor brutes dripping with ice-water, they were so near roasting with our climate.