Somehow we felt uneasy under it.

After breakfast, Kit and I went up to the top of the ledges overlooking the straits to the north, east, and west, to see if we could discover any vessels.

Some of us used generally to make our way up here every four or five hours to take a long look.

For an hour we sat gazing off on the heaving expanse, flecked white with ice-patch, and bounded far to the north by a low line of black mountains.

The breadth of the straits here was not far from seventeen leagues.
"Seven days since we were _retired_ here," Kit remarked at length.
Seven days! It seemed seven ages.
"Kit, what do you think of the chance of our getting off from here ?" "Wash, I don't know: I don't dare to think." "Do you really believe Capt.