It must have been on the point of doing this throughout the hurricane, and if it had gone nothing could have saved us; the mast would have snapped like a carrot.

Our backstays had carried away once before when iced up and were not too strongly fastened now.

We were thankful indeed for the mercy that had held that pin in its place throughout the hurricane.
We stood off shore again, tired almost to the point of apathy.

Our water had long been finished.

The last was about a pint of hairy liquid, which we strained through a bit of gauze from the medicine- chest.