TO GREENLAND ON THE MORRISSEY 



with the remark, "There's a big one, Sir!" Peering 

 through the fog in that quarter I was able faintly 

 to make out a towering mass of ice apparently not 

 a hundred yards off. By mid-forenoon it had become 

 less thick and we were now able to see about us in 

 all directions the pan-ice with scattered fleets of ice- 

 bergs. As many as one hundred bergs could be 

 counted at once. In the evening, an impromptu 

 concert was given in the 'midships cabin by Young 

 playing his "Katydid," a shrunken edition of a 

 violin, Kellerman his violin, Dunrud his banjo, 

 and Streeter the mandolin. 



On the early morning of July 1st, as we lay in 

 our bunks, the bell rang to stop the engines. This 

 was soon followed by the signal "half-speed ahead," 

 followed by frequently changing orders and some- 

 times by hard bumps from growlers and small ice- 

 floes. We had now entered a field of brash-ice which 

 had blown out from the Labrador coast, and all 

 day long, with sails furled, the ship proceeded at 

 half-speed conned from the crow's nest so as to 

 take advantage of lanes through the ice field. We 

 were soon aware that it had grown much colder, 

 and today for the first time a fire had been lighted 

 in the stove of the after cabin. Toward evening 

 we came out of the ice field into a heavy cross sea 

 stirred up by the northerly gale a few days earlier 



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