Drear, oh, how drear! with their thunder-battered peaks rising abruptly from the ocean, casting long black shadows to the eastward.

Many of them were mere tide-washed ledges, environed by ice-fields.
About nine o'clock, evening, the ice-patches began to thicken ahead.
By ten we were battering heavily among it, with considerable danger of staving in the bows.

The foresail was accordingly taken in, and double reefs put in the mainsail.

The weather had changed, with heavy lowering clouds and a rapidly-falling thermometer.

Nevertheless we boys turned in, and went to sleep.