The ice to the southward was moving north rapidly.

The motor-engine had broken down and we were entirely dependent on the sails.

We managed to make a little southing during the next day, but noon found us 108 miles from the island.

That night we lay off the ice in a gale, hove to, and morning found the schooner iced up.

The ropes, cased in frozen spray, were as thick as a man's arm, and if the wind had increased much we would have had to cut away the sails, since there was no possibility of lowering them.