We retired to still another position, and secured the vessel and finally the threatening floe passed onwards to the south.
There was no sleep for any one that sunlit night.

About ten o'clock the berg fragment to which we were attached drifted loose under the pressure of the furious wind and the rising tide.

In contracted space, with the ice whirling and eddying about us, we hastily got our lines in and shifted to another place, only to be driven out of it.

We sought still another place of shelter, and in turn were also driven out of that.

A third attempt to find safety was successful, but before it was accomplished the _Roosevelt_ had twice been aground forward, her heel had been caught by a berg's spur, and her after rail smashed by the onslaught of another berg.
Saturday, the 29th, was another day of delay but I found some comfort in thinking of my little son in the far-away home.