Some of them were small and insignificant.

Others towered in massive majesty and grandeur high above the sea, miniature mountains of ice.

Some were of solid white, but the greater part of them reflected marvelous blues and greens and were a riot of beautiful color.
One of the smaller icebergs lying a half mile or so from Itigailit Island attracted Bobby's attention as he and Jimmy walked back from the cairn.
"See that berg, Jimmy ?" he asked.
"The little one close in ?" "Yes.

Do you know, I've got an idea.

That bear meat won't keep long unless we pack it in ice or salt it, and I'd rather have it fresh than salted, wouldn't you ?" "Of course I would!" said Jimmy.
"Then let's take your skiff--it's bigger than ours--and go for a load of ice." "It's dangerous to go digging on icebergs.