530 MR. J. K. KANE'S NARRATIVE. 



like a prize-fighter's nose. We then remembered that 

 we, too, had a night of it. 



" After this gale we had little or no more trouble 

 with the ice ; one or two trifling detentions of a few 

 days brought us to the open water. We had drifted so 

 far to the south that Lievely was nearer than Upernavik, 

 and Captain Hartstein determined to put in there. We 

 had a heavy gale the night after we left the ice ; but so 

 glad were we all to get clear of it, that I heard no com- 

 plaints about rough weather. It cleared away beauti- 

 fully towards morning, and we were all on the deck, 

 admiring the clear water, and the fantastic shapes of 

 the water-washed icebergs. All hands were in high 

 spirits ; the gale had blown in the right direction, and 

 in a few hours we should be in Lievely. The rocks of 

 its land-locked harbor were already in sight. We were 

 discussing our news by anticipation, when the man in 

 the crow's nest cried out, ' A brig in the harbor ! ; and 

 the next minute, before we had time to congratulate 

 each other on the chance of sending letters home, that 

 she had hoisted American colors a delicate compli- 

 ment, we thought, on the part of our friends, the 

 Danes. 



" I believe our captain was about to return it, when, 

 to our surprise, she hoisted another flag, the veritable 

 one which had gone out with the Advance, bearing the 

 name of Mr. Henry Grinnell. At the same moment, 

 two boats were seen rounding the point, and pulling 

 towards us. Did they contain our lost friends ? Yes ; 

 the sailors had settled that. ' Those are Yankees, sir ; 

 no Danes ever feathered their oars that way/ said an 

 old whaler to me. 



" For those w^o had friends among the missing party, 

 the few minutes that followed were of bitter anxiety ; 

 for the men in tKe boats were long-bearded and weather- 



