It's too strong.

But I always like to look on the bright side, and so I believe it runs north.

In that case there is no use rowing, for it will carry us along fast enough." Then I proposed that we should go ashore on the ice.

To this Agnew objected, but afterward consented, at my earnest request.

So we tried to get ashore, but this time found it impossible; for the ice consisted of a vast sheet of floating lumps, which looked like the ruin of bergs that had been broken up in some storm.