Sea, sky, and crags seemed all of one color,--lead.
Seven or eight miles to southward, the mountains of the mainland (Labrador) showed their black bases under the fog-clouds.

The great island to the south-east seemed to have been dipped in ink, so funereal was its hue.
The rain had frustrated our attempt at salt manufacture.

We had to take our breakfast of fried goose in all the _freshness_ of nature.
Our clothes gradually dried on us.
During the forenoon Kit sallied out on a hunting excursion, and, about noon, returned with a fine, plump, canvas-backed duck, which we ate for our dinner.
Toward four o'clock it stopped raining.

Donovan and Weymouth improved the chance to skin the sea-horse we had killed during the night, it was rather larger than the first one, and had prodigious stiff, wiry whiskers about its upper lip, some of which we kept for a curiosity.
They were over a foot in length, and as large as a coarse darning-needle.

The tusks, too, were broken out, and laid aside.
During the night it faired; and the morning was sunny.