The wind still steady from the S.W., with a clear sky and even barometer.

It looks as though it might last any time.

This is sheer bad luck.

We have let the fires die out; there are bergs to leeward and we must take our chance of clearing them--we cannot go on wasting coal.
There is not a vestige of swell, and with the wind in this direction there certainly ought to be if the open water was reasonably close.

No, it looks as though we'd struck a streak of real bad luck; that fortune has determined to put every difficulty in our path.