It was still as dark as pitch, and save the white crest of a leaping wave nothing was to be seen beyond the side of the vessel.

The mate was peering round him in despair at the ruin which had come so suddenly upon them when he found Captain Ephraim at his elbow, half clad, but as wooden and as serene as ever.
"An iceberg," said he, sniffing at the chill air.

"Did you not smell it, friend Tomlinson ?" "Truly I found it cold, Captain Savage, but I set it down to the mist." "There is a mist ever set around them, though the Lord in His wisdom knows best why, for it is a sore trial to poor sailor men.

She makes water fast, Mr.Tomlinson.

She is down by the bows already." The other watch had swarmed upon deck and one of them was measuring the well.