After all, there is something in feeling dry ground under our feet.

I don't wish the death of anybody, but if Hearne and his friends do not succeed in clearing the iceberg barrier--if they are doomed to pass the winter on the ice, reduced for food to a supply that will only last a few weeks, you know the fate that awaits them ?" "Yes, a fate worse than ours!" "And besides," said the boatswain, "even supposing they do reach the Antarctic Circle.

If the whalers have already left the fishing-grounds, it is not a laden and overladen craft that will keep the sea until the Australian coasts are in sight." This was my own opinion, and also that of the captain and West.
During the following four days, we completed the storage of the whole of our belongings, and made some excursions into the interior of the country, finding "all barren," and not a trace that any landing had ever been made there.
One day, Captain Len Guy proposed that we should give a geographical name to the region whither the iceberg had carried us.

It was named Halbrane Land, in memory of our schooner, and we called the strait that separated the two parts of the polar continent the _Jane_ Sound.
Then we took to shooting the penguins which swarmed upon the rocks, and to capturing some of the amphibious animals which frequented the beach.

We began to feel the want of fresh meat, and Endicott's cooking rendered seal and walrus flesh quite palatable.