After waiting in this position for nearly an hour they again put out, and headed for the entrance.

A rapid current was still setting in, and the men had to pull with all their strength to stem it and gain the ocean.
When they had gained the ocean they felt as if they had been suddenly transferred to another world.

After waiting several hours, and none of the other boats making their appearance, Tite headed his boat west and stood down the coast, close in shore, in the hope of finding a safe landing place, perhaps a friendly settlement.

An almost perpendicular bluff of rocks, more than two hundred feet high, forming a walled coast, such as is seen in the Bay of Fundy, and at the foot of which the sea dashed and broke, rendering it impossible to make a landing, extended as far as the eye could reach.

Along this frowning coast the boat swept until nightfall; but not a human being was seen, nor a place where they could land safely discovered.
Three days and three nights they coasted along this bold sea-wall, and now their provisions and water had given out, and such was their suffering from thirst, hunger, and cold, that two of the crew died from sheer exhaustion.