Up it went to the peak of the bright-yellow mast,--the bonny bright stars and stripes.
"All hands weigh anchor!" ordered Capt.

Mazard.
"Load the howitzer!" cried Kit.

"Let's answer their gun in coin!" While we were loading, the schooner was brought round.
Wade must have got in a pretty heavy charge; for the report was a stunner.
"Load again," said Kit; "and put in a ball this time.

Let's load the rifle too." The captain turned and regarded us doubtfully, then looked off toward the ship.

"The Curlew" was driving lazily forward, and, crossing the channel between the island under which we had been lying and the ice-field, passed slowly along the latter at a distance of a hundred and fifty or two hundred yards.