We should be picked up by some ship.

This the boatswain asserted confidently, and we were bound to believe the boatswain.
For six entire days, until the and of April, the Paracura held her course among the ice-barrier, whose crest was profiled at an altitude of between seven and eight hundred feet above the level of the sea.

The extremities were not visible either on the east or the west, and if our boat did not find an open passage, we could not clear it.

By a most fortunate chance a passage was found on the above-mentioned date, and attempted, amid a thousand risks.

Yes, we required all the zeal, skill, and courage of our men and their chiefs to accomplish such a task.
At last we were in the South Pacific waters, but our boat had suffered severely in getting through, and it had sprung more than one leak.