The ship had struck broad on, and the berg seemed to have grasped her in its arms of death and refused to let her go.

Each succeeding sea lifted the helpless ship, and then tossed her with increasing violence against the jagged ice-cliff.

And as her yards raked the boulders, huge blocks fell with crushing force on her deck.

Stanchions were started, the bulwarks crushed away from the knight-heads to the quarter-deck, on the port side, and the deck stove in several places.

It seemed as if there was but a minute between those on board and death.