The wind was not so violent, but the snow was so thick that we could only see for a little distance around us.

The ship was nowhere visible, nor were there any signs of her.

The last gun had been fired during the night.

All that we could see was the outline of a gaunt iceberg--an ominous spectacle.

Not knowing what else to do we rowed on as before, keeping in what seemed our best course, though this was mere conjecture, and we knew all the time that we might be going wrong.