That's the first of it, and the sooner the gale's over, and we shapes our course in smooth water for Sydney heads, the better I shall be pleased." An hour later, Bill pointed to the sky ahead.
"Do yer see nothing odd about that 'ere sky ?" "No," Reuben replied, "except that it's very light coloured." "Ay, that's it, my lad.

That's what they call the ice blink.

You see if we ain't in the middle of bergs before night comes on.

I have not been whaling for nothing." A few minutes later, the first mate was heard to be shouting orders.
"Just as I thought," Bill said.

"We are going to try to rig a jury mizzen, so as to help us claw off the ice, if need be." A spare top mast was got up from below.